"Yes; and now from the prince."

"What news?"

"Battle to-morrow. The enemy are widening the em-
bankment, building bridges over the Stira and Sluch, and
on the morrow wish to come to us without fail."

"What did the prince say to that?".

"The prince said: ' All right! '"

"Nothing more?"

"Nothing. He gave no order to hinder them, and axes
are chopping; they will work till morning."

"Did you get informants?"

"I captured seven. All confessed that they have heard
of Hmelnitski, -- that he is coming, but probably far away
yet. What a night!"

"Yes, you can see as in the day. And how do you. feel
after the fall?"

"My bones are sore. I am going to thank our Hercules
and then sleep, for I am tired. If I could doze a couple of
hours -- good-night!"

"Good-night!"

"Go you to sleep also," said Skshetuski to Zagloba, "for
it is late, and there will be work to-morrow."

"And the next day a journey," said Zagloba.

They turned, said their prayers, and then lay down near
the fire.

Soon the fires began to go out one after another. Silence
embraced the camp; but the moon cast on the men silver
rays, with which it illumined every little while new groups
of sleepers. The silence was broken only by the universal,
mighty snoring, and the call of the sentinels watching the
camp.

But sleep did not close the heavy lids of the soldiers long.
Scarcely had the first dawn whitened the shadows of night
when the trumpets in every corner of the camp thundered
the reveille.

An hour later the prince, to the great astonishment of the
knights, drew back along the whole line.