'Why not? Go on, Antoni!'
'I don't advise it, sir.'
'Then get off and be hanged! I'll drive myself!'
Bells jingled violently, and a one-horse sledge passed Maciek like a whirlwind. He crossed himself.
'Drive on, Andrei!'
'Stop, Count! It's too risky!'
'Go on!'
Another sledge flew past.
'Bravo! Sporting fellow!'
'Drive on, Jacent!'