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began to fall like hail on the lieutenant’s men. Both boats were filled with groans. In a few moments half of the Cossacks were down; the remainder still defended themselves desperately. Their faces were black, their hands wearied, their sight dim, their eyes full of blood; their gun-barrels began to burn their hands. Most of them were wounded.

At that moment a terrible cry and howl rent the air. The Tartars rushed to the attack.

The smoke, pushed by the movement of the mass of bodies, separated suddenly and left exposed to the eye the two boats of the lieutenant covered with a dark crowd of Tartars, like two carcasses of horses torn by a pack of wolves. Some Cossacks resisted yet; and at the mast stood Pan Yan, with bleeding face and an arrow sunk to the shaft in his left shoulder, but defending himself furiously. His form was like that of a giant in the crowd surrounding him. His sabre glittered like lightning; groans and howls responded to his blows. The sergeant, with another Cossack, guarded him on both sides; and the crowd swayed back at times in terror before those three, but, urged from behind, pushed on, and died under the blows of the sabre.

“Take them alive to the ataman!” was called out in the crowd. “Surrender!”

But Skshetuski was surrendering only to God; for he grew pale in a moment, tottered, and fell to the bottom of the boat.

“Farewell, father!” cried the sergeant, in despair.

But in a moment he fell also. The moving mass of assailants covered the boats completely.

XI

At the house of the inspector of weights and measures, in the outskirts of Hassan Pasha, at the Saitch, sat two Zaporojians at a table, fortifying themselves with spirits distilled from millet, which they dipped unceasingly from a wooden tub that stood in the middle of the table. One of them, already old and quite decrepit, was Philip Zakhar. He was the inspector. The other, Anton Tatarchuk, ataman of the Chigirin kuren, was a man about forty years old, tall, with a wild expression of face and oblique Tartar eyes. Both spoke in a low voice, as if fearing that someone might overhear them.

“But it is today?” asked the inspector.

“Yes, almost immediately,” answered Tatarchuk. “They are waiting for the koshevoi and Tugai Bey, who went with Hmelnitski himself to Bazaluk, where the horde is quartered. The Brotherhood is already assembled on the square, and the kuren atamans will meet in council before evening. Before night all will be known.”

“It may have an evil end,” muttered old Philip Zakhar.

“Listen, inspector! But did you see that there was a letter to me also?”

“Of course I did, for I carried the letters myself to the koshevoi, and I know how to read. Three letters were found on the Pole⁠—one to the koshevoi himself, one to you, the third to young Barabash. Everyone in the Saitch knows of this already.”

“And who wrote? Don’t you know?”

“The prince wrote to the koshevoi, for his seal was on the letter; who wrote to you is unknown.”

“God guard us!”

“If they don’t call you a friend of the Poles openly, nothing will come of it.”

“God guard us!” repeated Tatarchuk.

“It is evident that you have something on your mind.”

“Pshaw! I have nothing on my mind.”

“The koshevoi, too, may destroy all the letters, for his own head is concerned. There was a letter to him as well as to you.”

“He may.”

“But if you have done anything, then⁠—” here the old inspector lowered his voice still more⁠—“go away!”

“But how and where?” asked Tatarchuk, uneasily. “The koshevoi has placed guards on all the islands, so that no one may escape to the Poles and let them know what is going on. The Tartars are on guard at Bazaluk. A fish couldn’t squeeze through, and a bird couldn’t fly over.”

“Then hide in the Saitch, wherever you can.”

“They will find me⁠—unless you hide me among the barrels in the bazaar? You are my relative.”

“I wouldn’t hide my own brother. If you are afraid of death, then drink; you won’t feel it when you are drunk.”

“Maybe there is nothing in the letters.”

“Maybe.”

“Here is misfortune, misfortune!” said Tatarchuk. “I don’t feel that I have done anything. I am a good fellow, an enemy to the Poles. But though there is nothing in the letter, the devil knows what the Pole may say at the council. He may ruin me.”

“He is a severe man; he won’t say anything.”

“Have you seen him today?”

“Yes; I rubbed his wounds with tar, I poured spirits and ashes into his throat. He will be all right. He is an angry fellow! They say that at Hortitsa he slaughtered the Tartars like swine, before they captured him. Set your mind at rest about the Pole.”

The sullen sound of the kettledrums which were beaten on the Koshevoi’s Square interrupted further conversation. Tatarchuk, hearing the sound, shuddered and sprang to his feet. Excessive fear was expressed by his face and movements.

“They are beating the summons to council,” said he, catching his breath. “God save us! And you, Philip, don’t speak of what we have been saying here. God save us!”

Having said this, Tatarchuk, seizing the tub with the liquor, brought it to his mouth with both hands, and drank⁠—drank as though he wished to drink himself to death.

“Let us go!” said the inspector.

The sound of the drums came clearer and clearer.

They went out. The field of Hassan Pasha was separated from the square by a rampart surrounding the encampment proper, and by a gate with lofty towers on which were seen the muzzles of cannon fixed there. In the middle of the field stood the house of the inspector of weights and measures, and the cabins of the shop atamans, and around a rather large space were shops in which goods were stored. These shops were in general wretched structures made of oak planks,

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