And suddenly all was still. Ilya sprang back from the door, and hesitated a moment what to do; then he went to part of the wooden partition, and, quivering with excitement, looked through a crack in it. It was dark and obscure in the old man's little room. The light could hardly penetrate the little dirty window. The sound of a spring shower was heard, as the rain drops struck the pane and the water ran down into a hollow in the yard outside the window. Ilya looked closely into the room and saw the old man lying in bed stretched out on his back and fighting the air above him with his hands. "Grandfather!" cried the boy again, full of terror. The old man started, lifted his head, and murmured aloud: "Ksch! Petrusha--let it alone, think of God, it belongs to Him! I must build Him a temple with it. Ksch! Go away! Off! you raven. O God! it is Thine--Thine--guard it, take it for Thyself. Have mercy! have mercy!" Ilya shivered with fear and was unable to stir from the spot. He saw Jeremy's black, withered hands move feebly in the air, and threaten some invisible person with his crooked fingers. "See! it belongs to God, don't touch it!" and then the old man raised himself up and his hair bristled. Suddenly he sat upright in his bed. His white beard quivered like the wings of a flying dove. He stretched out his arms, as if to thrust some one away from him with a last effort, and fell on the ground. Ilya shrieked and ran away. In his ears rang the whisper, "Ksch! Ksch!" He burst into the bar room and cried breathlessly: "Uncle--he's dead!" Terenti gave an "Ah!" of astonishment, then moved nervously up and down, pulling at his shirt and looking at Petrusha behind the bar. "Uncle, go to him!--go quick!" "There, what are you waiting for," said Petrusha, decidedly. "Go along. God have mercy on his soul! He was a sturdy old man. I'll go with you to see him. Ilya, you stay here. If anything is wanted, fetch me, d'you hear? Jakov, look after the bar, I shan't be a minute." Petrusha left the bar room without undue haste, putting his feet down noisily. The two boys heard him speak again to the hunchback behind the door: "Get on--get on--you lout!" Ilya was seized with a great fear, from all he had seen and heard, but it did not prevent him from seeing quite exactly all that went on around him. "Did you see how he died?" asked Jakov, who had taken his place behind the bar. Ilya looked at him and answered with another question: "Why have they gone there?" "To look at him--you called them." Ilya was silent. Then he closed his eyes and said, "It was awful. How he pushed them away!" "Who?" asked Jakov, stretching his head forward with curiosity. "The Devil," answered Ilya, after a short thoughtful pause. "Did you see him?" "What do you say?" "Did you see the Devil, I say?" cried Jakov, devoured with curiosity, going quickly up to Ilya. But Ilya shut his eyes again and said nothing.