"We must leave him; otherwise we are lost, and Pan Skshetuski with us. Hurry, my lady, hurry!"
With these words Zagloba left the room and went directly to Bogun. The chief was pale and weak, but his eyes were open.
"You are better?" asked Zagloba.
Bogun wished to speak, but could not.
"You cannot speak?"
Bogun moved his head in sign that he could not, but at the same time suffering was stamped on his face. His wounds had evidently grown painful from movement.
"And you are not able to cry?"
Bogun gave a sign only with his eyes that he could not.
"Nor move?"
The same sign.