Then, what would become of Marya? At this thought a shudder ran through
my body, and my hair seemed to stand on end.
All at once Pugatchef broke upon my reflections.
"What does your lordship," said he, "deign to think about?"
"How can you expect me to be thinking?" replied I. "I am an officer and
a gentleman; but yesterday I was waging war with you, and now I am
travelling with you in the same carriage, and the whole happiness of my
life depends on you."
"What," said Pugatchef, "are you afraid?"
I made reply that having already received my life at his hands, I
trusted not merely in his good nature but in his help.
"And you are right--'fore God, you are right," resumed the usurper; "you
saw that my merry men looked askance at you. Even to-day the little old
man wanted to prove indubitably to me that you were a spy, and should be
put to the torture and hung. But I would not agree," added he, lowering
his voice, lest Saveliitch and the Tartar should hear him, "because I
bore in mind your glass of wine and your '_touloup_.' You see clearly
that I am not bloodthirsty, as your comrades would make out."
Remembering the taking of Fort Belogorsk, I did not think wise to
contradict him, and I said nothing.
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