"We have a pig we salted down the other day," the man said. "We have no bread--we are going to bake to-morrow morning but you can have ten pounds of flour." "That will do. We want a small frying-pan, a kettle, and two tin mugs. Have you got any tea in the house?" "I have got about a pound." "We will take it all. We can't bother ourselves about sugar, Luka, we must do without that; every pound tells. We have brought plenty of tobacco with us to last some time. Have you got a gun?" he asked the man suddenly. "Yes," he said, "we have got two. The wolves are troublesome sometimes in winter. Fetch the guns, Elizabeth." The guns were brought down. One was a double-barrel of German make, the other a long single-barrel. "How much do you want for this?" he asked, taking up the former. "I don't use it much," the man said, "one will be enough for me, I will take fifty roubles." "No, no," Godfrey said. "You value your goods too high; money is not as plentiful with me as all that. I can't go higher than twenty roubles," and he laid the gun down again. "I will take thirty," the man said. After a good deal of bargaining Godfrey obtained the gun, a flask of powder, and a bag of bullets and shot for twenty-five roubles. Then he paid for the other goods he had purchased. Luka made them into a bundle and lifted them all on to his shoulder. Then saying good-bye to the peasants they again started for the forest. "We are set up now, Luka." "Yes indeed," the Tartar replied. "We could journey anywhere now; we want but two or three blankets and some furs and we could travel to Moscow." "Yes, if we had one more thing, Luka." "What is that?" "Passports." "Yes, we should want those; but I daresay we could do without them." They enjoyed their suppers greatly that night, frying some pork and then some dough-cakes in the fat, and washing it down with numerous cups of tea. "The next thing will be for you to make a bow and arrows, Luka. I did not buy the other gun for two reasons: in the first place because we could not afford it, and in the second because you said you liked a bow best." Luka nodded. "I never shot with a gun," he said. "A bow is just as good, and makes no noise." "That is true enough, Luka. Well, I shall be a good deal more comfortable when we leave those convict clothes behind us. Of course we shall be just as liable to be seized and shut up as vagabonds when we cannot produce papers as if we were in our convict suits, but there is something disgusting in being dressed up in clothing that tells every one you are a murderer or a robber, and to know there is that patch between one's shoulders."