"Go by the bank. The river turns to the road about a mile from here."
"Dash ahead, young man!" said Zagloba, turning to Helena.
The pretended youth turned his horse and galloped on.
"Listen!" said Zagloba, turning to the herdsman. "If the vanguard comes up, say that I went to the road along the river."
"I will."
A quarter of an hour later Zagloba was riding again by the side of Helena.
"I invented the prince for them in season," said he, blinking with his cataract-covered eye. "Now they will stay all day waiting for the vanguard. They shuddered at the mere name of the prince."
"I see you have such ready wit that you will save us from every trouble," said Helena, "and I thank God for sending me such a guardian."
These words went to the heart of the noble. He smiled, stroked his beard, and said,--
"Well, hasn't Zagloba a head on his shoulders? Cunning as Ulysses! and I must tell you, had it not been for that cunning, the crows would have eaten me long ago. Can't help it, I must save myself. They believed easily that the prince was coming, for it is probable that he will appear to-morrow or next day in this neighborhood with a fiery sword like an archangel. And if he should only strike Bogun somewhere on the road, I would make a vow to walk barefoot to Chenstokhova. Even if those herdsmen did not believe, the very mention of the power of the prince was enough to restrain them from attacks on our lives. Still I tell you that their impudence is no good sign to us, for it means that the peasants here have heard of the victories of Hmelnitski, and will become more and more insolent every moment. We must keep therefore to the waste places and visit few villages, for they are dangerous. We have got into such a snare that, as I live, it would be hard to invent a worse one."