"That's a comfort, at any rate," said Isaiah.
Two long objects were to be seen moving along near the opposite bank.
"They are coming nearer," said Kireelka, as he watched them.
The judge watched him from the corner of his eye.
"Do you still drink as much as you used to?" he asked the peasant.
"If I have a chance, I drink a glass."
"And do you still steal firewood in the forest?"
"Why should I do that, your honour?"
"Come, tell the truth!"
"I never did steal wood," replied Kireelka, shaking his head deprecatingly.