“Well, Klim, what is it like in your parts here? Not dangerous? Any robbers on the road?”

“It is all right, the Lord has spared us.… Who should go robbing on the road?”

“It’s a good thing there are no robbers. But to be ready for anything I have got three revolvers with me,” said the surveyor untruthfully. “And it doesn’t do to trifle with a revolver, you know. One can manage a dozen robbers.…”

It had become quite dark. The cart suddenly began creaking, squeaking, shaking, and, as though unwillingly, turned sharply to the left.

“Where is he taking me to?” the surveyor wondered. “He has been driving straight and now all at once to the left. I shouldn’t wonder if he’ll take me, the rascal, to some den of thieves … and.… Things like that do happen.”

“I say,” he said, addressing the driver, “so you tell me it’s not dangerous here? That’s a pity … I like a fight with robbers.… I am thin and sickly-looking, but I have the strength of a bull.… Once three robbers attacked me and what do you think? I gave one such a dressing that … that he gave up his soul to God, you understand, and the other two were sent to penal servitude in Siberia. And where I got the strength I can’t say.… One grips a strapping fellow of your sort with one hand and … wipes him out.”

Klim looked round at the surveyor, wrinkled up his whole face, and lashed his horse.

“Yes …” the surveyor went on. “God forbid anyone should tackle me. The robber would have his bones broken, and, what’s more, he would have to answer for it in the police court too.… I know all the judges and the police captains, I am a man in the Government, a man of importance. Here I am travelling and the authorities know … they keep a regular watch over me to see no one does me a mischief. There are policemen and village constables stuck behind bushes all along the road.… Sto … sto … stop!” the surveyor bawled suddenly. “Where have you got to? Where are you taking me to?”

“Why, don’t you see? It’s a forest!”

“It certainly is a forest,” thought the surveyor. “I was frightened! But it won’t do to betray my feelings.… He has noticed already that I am in a funk. Why is it he has taken to looking round at me so often? He is plotting something for certain.… At first he drove like a snail and now how he is dashing along!”

“I say, Klim, why are you making the horse go like that?”

“I am not making her go. She is racing along of herself.… Once she gets into a run there is no means of stopping her. It’s no pleasure to her that her legs are like that.”

“You are lying, my man, I see that you are lying. Only I advise you not to drive so fast. Hold your horse in a bit.… Do you hear? Hold her in!”

“What for?”

“Why … why, because four comrades were to drive after me from the station. We must let them catch us up.… They promised to overtake us in this forest. It will be more cheerful in their company.… They are a strong, sturdy set of fellows.… And each of them has got a pistol. Why do you keep looking round and fidgeting as though you were sitting on thorns? eh? I, my good fellow, er … my good fellow … there is no need to look around at me … there is nothing interesting about me.… Except perhaps the revolvers. Well, if you like I will take them out and show you.…”

The surveyor made a pretence of feeling in his pockets and at that moment something happened which he could not have expected with all his cowardice. Klim suddenly rolled off the cart and ran as fast as he could go into the forest.