"And where shall we go from here, Father Ovsivuyu?" asked one voice.
"To Kamenyets, of course," said another.
"Nonsense! The horses can barely drag their legs; they will not get there."
"That's why we stop here; they will have rest by morning."
A moment of silence followed; then the first voice was heard lower than before. "And it seems to me, father, that the ataman is going from Kamenyets to Yampol."
Zagloba held his breath.
"Be silent if your young head is dear to you!" was the answer.
Another moment of silence, but from behind the other walls came whispering.
"They are all around, on the watch everywhere," muttered Zagloba; and he went to the opposite wall. Meanwhile were heard the noise of chewing oats and the snorting of horses evidently standing right there; among these horses the Cossacks were lying on the ground and talking, for their voices came from below.
"Ah!" said one, "we have come here without sleeping, eating, or feeding our horses, so as to go on the stake in the camp of Yeremi."