With that questions sounded again from the thicket.
“What do you want?”
Now Kmita began to speak. “We should have gone as we came if you had known politeness and not fired from a gun.”
“You will not stay there,—there will be a hundred horse of us in the evening.”
“Before evening two hundred dragoons will come, and your swamps will not save you, for they will pass as we passed.”
“Are you soldiers?”
“We are not robbers, you may be sure.”
“From what squadron?”
“But are you hetman? We will not report to you.”
“The wolves will devour you, in old fashion.”