Olenka screamed terribly; then she sprang out of bed and began to throw on her clothes hurriedly. Her body trembled as in a fever. She alone guessed in a moment what manner of enemy had attacked the ill-fated Butryms. After a while the awakened women of the whole house rushed into the room with crying and sobbing. Olenka threw herself on her knees before an image; they followed her example, and all began to repeat aloud the litany for the dying. They had scarcely gone through half of it when a violent pounding shook the door of the antechamber. The women sprang to their feet; a cry of alarm was rent from their breasts. "Do not open! do not open!" The pounding was heard with redoubled force; it seemed that the door would spring from its hinges. That moment the youth Kostek rushed into the midst of the assembled women. "Panna!" cried he, "some man is knocking; shall I open or not?" "Is he alone?" "Alone." "Go open." The youth hurried away. She, taking a light, passed into the dining-room; after her, Panna Kulvyets and all the spinning-women. She had barely put the light on the table when in the antechamber was heard the rattle of iron bolts, the creak of the opening door; and before the eyes of the women appeared Pan Kmita, terrible, black from smoke, bloody, panting, with madness in his eyes. "My horse has fallen at the forest," cried he; "they are pursuing me!" Panna Aleksandra fixed her eyes on him: "Did you burn Volmontovichi?" "I--I--" He wanted to say something more, when from the side of the road and the woods came the sound of voices and the tramp of horses approaching with uncommon rapidity. "The devils are after my soul; let them have it!" cried Kmita, as if in a fever. Panna Aleksandra that moment turned to the women. "If they ask, say there is no one here; and now go to the servants' hall and come here at daylight!" Then to Kmita: "Go in there," said she, pointing to an adjoining room; and almost by force she pushed him through the open door, which she shut immediately. Meanwhile armed men filled the front yard; and in the twinkle of an eye the Butryms, Gostsyeviches, Domasheviches, with others, burst into the house. Seeing the lady, they halted in the dining-room; but she, standing with a light in her hand, stopped with her person the passage to doors beyond. "Men, what has happened? What do you want?" asked she, without blinking an eye before the terrible looks and the ominous gleam of drawn sabres. "Kmita has burned Volmontovichi!" cried the nobles, in a chorus. "He has slaughtered men, women, children,--Kmita did this." "We have killed his men," said Yuzva Butrym; "now we are seeking his own head." "His head, his blood! Cut down the murderer!" "Pursue him!" cried the lady. "Why do you stand here? Pursue him!" "Is he not hidden here? We found his horse at the woods." "He is not here! The house was closed. Look for him in the stables and barns."