“Still he is honest enough not to attack my life; he only wishes to make a fool of me,” thought Kmita. “But we shall soon see if there is a trap here or not.”
Now Anusia put her head out of the window. “What is the matter?” asked she.
“Nothing! Pan Zamoyski commends you once more to my bravery. Nothing more.”
Here he turned to the driver,—
“Forward!”
The officer leading the horsemen reined in his horse. “Stop!” cried he to the driver. Then to Kmita, “Why move on?”
“But why halt longer in the forest?” asked Kmita, with the face of a stupid rogue.
“For you have received some order.”
“And what is that to you? I have received, and that is why I command to move on.”
“Stop!” repeated the officer.