Some people were found who would not abandon you; let that be enough for you.

It is something for me to have ridden all night with you.

You think that you passed for a common Cossack?
No, they have offered a reward of two thousand ducats for your head." "And Ostap!" cried Taras suddenly, and tried to rise; for all at once he recollected that Ostap had been seized and bound before his very eyes, and that he was now in the hands of the Lyakhs.

Grief overpowered him.
He pulled off and tore in pieces the bandages from his wounds, and threw them far from him; he tried to say something, but only articulated some incoherent words.

Fever and delirium seized upon him afresh, and he uttered wild and incoherent speeches.