There are two strange sleighs outside Domensky's hut.

There are marks of many sleighs that have been and gone.
Excellency, it is unsafe for any one to venture outside the castle to-day.

You must send to Tver for the soldiers." "The prince refuses to do that." "But why, Excellency?
We shall be killed!" "You do not know the effect of platoon firing on a closely packed mob, starost.

The prince does," replied Steinmetz, with his grim smile.
They spoke together in hushed voices for half an hour, while the daylight crept up the eastern sky.

Then the starosta stole away among the still larches, like the wolf whose cry he imitated so perfectly.
Steinmetz closed the door and went upstairs to his own room, his face grave and thoughtful, his tread heavy with the weight of anxiety.
The day passed as such days do.