“Pan Com—”
Here the soldier, stopped by the threatening look of Kmita, was confused, stammered, and finally coughed out with effort,—
“I beg to tell you some people are coming.”
“Where from?”
“From Shchuchyn.”
Kmita was embarrassed, but hiding his confusion quickly, he answered, “Be on your guard. Are there many?”
“About ten men on horseback.”
“Have the pistols ready. Go!”
When the soldier had gone out, Kmita turned to Pan Jendzian of Vansosh and asked,—
“Are they not Swedes?”