"Run to the cottage; see if there is one there."
"Oh, curse the Pole!"
"Go up the corners to the thatch; get in through the thatch."
"Impossible; for the roof projects and is fastened with planks."
"Bring the lances; we will go up on the lances. Ah, the dog! he has hauled up the ladder."
"Bring the lances!" roared Golody.
Some ran for the lances, while others stretched their heads up toward the loft. Already scattered light penetrated through the open door into the stable; and with its uncertain gleam was to be seen the square opening in the loft, black and silent. From below were heard single voices.
"Now, sir noble, let down the ladder and come. You won't get away, anyhow; why put people to trouble? Come down, oh, come down!"
Silence.
"You are a wise man. If it would do you any good, you might stay up there; but since it won't help you, come down of your own accord, be a good fellow."