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“We must run away.” This thought passed through his mind, but at once he said to himself, “No, it is not wise to flee.”
“This young fellow is only carrion, his condition awakes my pity,” said one of the three, a bald man with a red beard. “The girl, however, is a fine specimen! Would everyone could have such a woman….”
And somewhat hoarsely they all began to laugh.
“Sir, wait a little, I wish to say something to you!” roared one of the three with a bass voice, when, at a glance from him, his companions rolled to their feet.
Niemoviecki, without looking behind, went farther on.
“You ought to stop if they ask you,” said the red-bearded man, “because you might get a good drubbing.”
“They are calling you!” shouted the
