“Jesus! Mary!” exclaimed Zagloba. “The Swedes are coming!”
“What are you talking about?” asked Volodyovski, seizing his sabre.
“Roh, come here!” cried Zagloba, for in cases of surprise he was glad to have his sister’s son near him.
But Roh was not in the tent.
They ran out on the square. Crowds were already before the tents, and all were making their way toward the river, for on the other side was to be seen flashing of fire, and an increasing roar was heard.
“What has happened, what has happened?” was asked of the numerous guards disposed along the bank.
But the guards had seen nothing. One of the soldiers said that he had heard as it were the plash of a wave, but as fog was hanging over the water he could see nothing; he did not wish therefore to raise the camp for a mere sound.
When Zagloba heard this he caught himself by the head in desperation,—
“Roh has gone to the Swedes! He said that he wished to carry off a sentry.”
“For God’s sake, that may be!” cried Kmita.