"How many there are, and how bold they grow!" whispered Olga. "Are you sure we are safe, Ivan?" "Only hold on tightly," said Ivan hoarsely. A moment later he added:-- "Now, especially, hold on very tightly, Olga, with both hands; there is a bit of rough road here, and we may jolt." Almost at the instant the off runner of the sledge struck the stem of a pine-tree which stood at the very edge of the road. The vehicle lurched heavily, glided perilously for a moment on one runner, then righted itself. The frightened horses started away at full gallop. Olga, in spite of having clutched her seat with both hands, was thrown sidelong against Ivan, who grabbed her with his left arm, while with his right leg he touched and shoved off from the ground; this it was that righted the sledge. As the horses dashed forward both Ivan and Olga jolted back into their places, Olga shrieking with terror, but gripping the board upon which she sat so tightly as to be perfectly secure. Ivan sat still, looking neither to right nor left. He seemed to employ all his energies in getting the horses once more under control. They had travelled thus, at lightning speed, for two hundred yards, a distance which was covered in a quarter of a minute, before a shriek from behind caused Olga to cease, suddenly, her own screaming and look round. "The Barin--the Barin!" she cried. "He has fallen out, Ivan!--stop the horses--we must save him!" "Stop them who can--do not speak foolishness, Olga; you see that I am pulling with all my strength!" Olga kept silence. There followed a second scream from behind; then a cry that seemed to be broken off in the middle. Ivan took off his boots and threw them in the road. "Do the same, Olga," he said. Olga obeyed, but half understanding. A few wolves were still following the sledge, but most had remained behind. "Throw your coat also," said Ivan, "and your head kerchief!" All these garments were afterwards found by the horrified persons who went out to look for the Barin, together with the heels of the Count's boots, and a few shreds of his clothes. Olga's boots and Ivan's were in pieces and partly eaten, and her coat and red cotton headkerchief were in shreds. "This is where the Barin fell out," said the searchers; "the two others clung to the sledge a little longer, it appears, before being thrown out and pulled to pieces. It is horrible!" But many of the peasants in Maximof's villages were of opinion that the Barin's fate was well deserved. He had been a tyrant and oppressor of the poor. "It is the finger of God!" they said. Why two innocent peasants should have been sacrificed at the same time was a puzzling factor in the matter. As for the sledge it was duly brought back by the three hungry horses next day. "Dear Lord, look at them!" said the peasants at Toxova; "they have run half a hundred miles--chased by wolves throughout the night, only think of it! And the sledge empty behind them--bah! it is horrible!"