“Kmita!” cried Volodyovski.
“Kmita!” screamed the girls.
“Kmita!” repeated the messenger.
“Who art thou?” asked Volodyovski.
“The manager in Vodokty.”
“We know him,” said Terka; “he brought herbs for you.”
Meanwhile the drowsy old Gashtovt came forth from behind the stove, and in the door appeared two attendants of Pan Volodyovski whom the uproar had drawn to the room.
“Saddle the horses!” cried Volodyovski. “Let one of you hurry to the Butryms, the other give a horse to me!”
“I have been already at the Butryms,” said the manager, “for they are nearer to us; they sent me to your grace.”
“When was the lady carried away?” asked Volodyovski.