"But if you perish?"
"Once my mother bore me."
"Oh, pshaw! But what shall I do with the girl,--twist her neck, or how?"
"But touch her with your hand and I will have you drawn on a stake with oxen." The chief fell into gloomy thought. "If I perish, tell her to forgive me."
"Ah, she is a thankless Pole that for such love she does not love. If I were wooed in that way, I should not resist you." Saying this, Horpyna nudged the chief in the side twice, showing all her teeth in laughter.
"Go to the devil!" said the Cossack.
"Oh, be quiet! I know that you are not for me."
Bogun looked into the foaming water on the wheel as if he wished himself to soothsay.
"Horpyna!" said he after a while.
"Well, what is it?"