"Ah! look there now! and you said you did not know Mike! Tell me now, Semenich, why are you so angry?" "Look here, Greg! none of your cheek! be off!" The custom-house officer began to be angry, and glancing furtively around him, tried to tear his hand out of the powerful hand of Chelkash. Chelkash regarded him calmly from under his bushy brows, smiled to himself, and not releasing his hand, continued to speak: "Don't hurry me! I'll have my say with you and then I'll go. Now tell me, how are you getting on?--you wife, your children, are they well?"--and, twinkling his eyes maliciously and biting his lips, with a mocking smile, he added: "I was going to pay you a visit, but I never had the time--I was always on the booze...." "Well, well, drop that!--none of your larks, you bony devil!--I'm really your friend.... I suppose you're laying yourself out to nab something under cover or in the streets?" "Why so? Here and now I tell you a good time's coming for both you and me, if only we lay hold of a bit In God's name, Semenich, lay hold! Listen now, again in two places goods are missing! Look out now, Semenich, and be very cautious lest you come upon them somehow!" Utterly confused by the audacity of Chelkash, Semenich trembled all over, spat freely about him, and tried to say something. Chelkash let go his hand and calmly shuffled back to the dock gates with long strides, the custom-house officer, cursing fiercely, moved after him. Chelkash was now in a merry mood. He softly whistled through his teeth, and burying his hands into his breeches' pockets, marched along with the easy gait of a free man, distributing sundry jests and repartees right and left. And the people he left behind paid him out in his own coin as he passed by. "Hello, Chelkash! how well the authorities mount guard over you!" howled someone from among the group of dock-workers who had already dined and were resting at full length on the ground. "I'm barefooted you see, so Semenich follows behind so as not to tread upon my toes--he might hurt me and lay me up for a bit," replied Chelkash. They reached the gates, two soldiers searched Chelkash and hustled him gently into the street. "Don't let him go!" bawled Semenich, stopping at the dockyard gate. Chelkash crossed the road and sat down on a post opposite the door of a pot-house. Out of the dockyard gates, lowing as they went, proceeded an endless string of laden oxen, meeting the returning teams of unladen oxen with their drivers mounted upon them. The haven vomited forth thunderous noise and stinging dust, and the ground trembled.