"Do you feel pain?"
"Nothing, but I am short of breath."
Meanwhile the Bohemian, seeing apparently that the struggle in the farm yard was all over, appeared in front of the hut, dragging the woman servant of the Order by the neck. At that sight, Zbyszko forgot his fatigue, his strength returned to him at once, and he rushed to the hut as though he had never struggled with the terrible Arnold.
"Danuska! Danuska!" cried Zbyszko; but no answer came.
"Danuska! Danuska!" he repeated; then he remained silent. It was dark within, for that reason he could see nothing at first. But instead, he heard, proceeding from behind the stones which were heaped up behind the fireplace, a quick and audible panting, like that of a little animal hiding.
"Danuska! For God's sake. It is I! Zbyszko!"
Then he observed in the darkness, her eyes, wide open, terrified and bewildered.
He rushed toward her and pressed her in his arms, but she did not entirely recognize him, and tore herself away from his embrace, and began to repeat in a subdued whisper:
"I am afraid! I am afraid! I am afraid!"