"You were dreaming?" Gavrilo inquired, smiling.
Chelkash looked searchingly at him. The youth had completely regained his composure; he was calm, cheerful and even seemed somehow triumphant. He was very young, all his life lay before him. And he knew nothing. That was bad. Maybe the earth would keep hold of him. As these thoughts flashed through his head, Chelkash felt still more mournful, and to Gavrilo he jerked out sullenly:
"I'm tired. And it rocks, too."
"It does rock, that's true. But now, I suppose, we shan't get caught with this?" Gavrilo shoved the bale with his foot.
"No. You can be easy. I shall hand it over directly and get the money. Oh, yes!"
"Five hundred?"
"Not less, I dare say."
"I say—that's a sum! If I, poor wretch, had that!
Ah, I'd have a fine time with it."
"On your land?"
"To be sure! Why, I'd be off——"