“Why, for what reason?”
“Because you do me injustice, and are ready to torment me.”
“H’m! There is no reason for that. It is very beautiful of you to be willing to remain a simple soldier when it is clear that you have wonderful daring, and obedience does not come easy. Would you like to fight?”
“That will appear with the Swedes, as I have said.”
“But if the Swedes do not come?”
“Then do you know what? we will go to look for them,” said Kmita.
“That pleases me!” cried Charnyetski. “We could assemble a nice party. Silesia is not far from this place, and at once soldiers could be collected. Officers, like my uncle, have promised, but nothing has been said about soldiers; a great number of them might be had at the first call.”
“And this would give a saving example to others!” cried Kmita, with warmth. “I have a handful of men too,—you ought to see them at work.”
“Good, good!” said Charnyetski, “as God is dear to me! let me have your face!”
“And give yours,” said Kmita.