"You're not going there!"
"Then what'll I do? Where am I to be?" Ignaty asked uneasily.
"Another fellow will go in place of you. And you'll tell him in detail what to do and how to do it."
"All right!" said Ignaty. But his consent was not given at once, and then only reluctantly.
"And for you we'll obtain a good passport and make you a forester."
The young fellow quickly threw back his head and asked uneasily:
"But if the peasants come there for wood, or there—in general—what'll I do? Bind them? That doesn't suit me."
The mother laughed, and Nikolay, too. This again confused and vexed Ignaty.
"Don't be uneasy!" Nikolay soothed him. "You won't have to bind peasants. You trust us."
"Well, well," said Ignaty, set at ease, smiling at Nikolay with confidence and merriness in his eyes. "If you could get me to the factory. There, they say, the fellows are mighty smart."