“Guess we, too, have to turn into moor-hens ’and wade out,” said Ondra thoughtfully, “or else—”
“Oh, you idiot! Just wait till we get out of this! I’ll break every bone in your body! We’ll drown here like rats! You ass!”
“No, we won’t drown, Mr. Commissioner, we won’t drown, don’t be afraid. In this darkness anyone would miss the way. Just be calm,” said Ondra, and began to examine the harness. Then he proceeded to buckle and unbuckle various straps, swearing loudly, tying, untying, cursing incessantly. Finally he resumed his place on the driver’s seat, swung his whip and shouted, “Vyee, there! Go on!”
The horses pulled and went forward. Suddenly one of them slipped loose from the shaft and staggered ahead in the mire, free of the har-ness. The other horse stood still with the coach.
“Ho, you! What’s happened now?” shrieked the commissioner.
“Stop, you! Dorcha, Dorcha!” called Ondra to th