the edge of the pit, and whispered, 'Iván! Iván!' waving her hand in front of her face to show that he should speak low.
'What?' said Zhílin.
'All but two have gone away.'
Then Zhílin said, 'Well, Kostílin, come; let us have one last try; I'll help you up.'
But Kostílin would not hear of it.
'No,' said he, 'It's clear I can't get away from here. How can I go, when I have hardly strength to turn round?'
'Well, good-bye, then! Don't think ill of me!' and they kissed each other. Zhílin seized the pole, told Dina to hold on, and began to climb. He slipped once or twice; the shackles hindered him. Kostílin helped him, and he managed to get to the top. Dina, with her little hands, pulled with all her might at his shirt, laughing.
Zhílin drew out the pole and said, 'Put it back in its place, Dina, or they'll notice, and you will be beaten.'
She dragged the pole away, and Zhílin went down the hill. When he had gone down the steep incline, he took a sharp stone and tried to wrench the lock off the shackles. But it was a strong lock and he could not manage to break it, and besides, it was difficult to get at. Then he heard some one running down the hill, springing lightly. He thought: 'Surely, that's Dina again.'
Dina came, took a stone, and said, 'Let me try.'
She knelt down and tried to wrench the lock off, but her little hands were as slender as little twigs, and she had not the strength. She threw the stone away and began to cry. Then Zhílin set to work again at the lock, and Dina squatted beside him with her hand on his shoulder.
Zhílin looked round and saw a red light to the left behind the hill. The moon was just rising. 'Ah!' he thought, 'before the moon has risen I must have passed the valley and be in the forest.' So he rose
