As Bellacic accompanied the pobratim out—
"Where are you going?" said he.
"To find out Vranic, and settle accounts with him."
"No, no! Wait!" said the father.
"Wait! for what?"
"Let us not think of vengeance as long as Uros lives."
Milenko did not seem persuaded; Bellacic insisted:
"Don't let us provoke the wrath of the Almighty by more bloodshed."
As they were thus discussing the matter, the doctor from Budua arrived, having been sent by Danilo Kvekvic at the request of the monks.
The old practitioner, the same one who had attended Milena, looked at Uros, shook his head gravely, as if he would say: "There is no hope whatever;" then he touched the sufferer's pulse and examined his wound. He approved of the treatment he had received, and then, after a few moments' brown study, and after taking a huge pinch of snuff, as if to clear his head, he said, slowly, that all human effort was vain; the young man could not last more than a few hours—till eventide, or, at the longest, during the night.