Fear not, all are sleeping.

Can you take one of these loaves if I cannot carry all ?" So saying, he swung the sack on to his back, pulled out another sack of millet as he passed the waggon, took in his hands the loaves he had wanted to give the Tatar woman to carry, and, bending somewhat under the load, went boldly through the ranks of sleeping Zaporozhtzi.
"Andrii," said old Bulba, as he passed.

His heart died within him.

He halted, trembling, and said softly, "What is it ?" "There's a woman with you.

When I get up I'll give you a sound thrashing.