Irma translated.
The woman ran without a word, seated herself in the cutter and held out her arms for the boy.
"That will do," said the doctor, laying Kalman in her arms.
"Now get some shawls, quilts or something for your mother and yourself, or you'll freeze to death, and come along." The girl rushed away and returned in a few moments with a bundle of shawls.
"Get in," said the doctor, "and be quick." The men were crowding about.
"Now, Jacob," said the doctor, turning to Wassyl, who stood near, "you get me those names and we'll get after that man, you bet! or I'm a Turk.

This boy is going to die, sure." As he spoke, he sprang into his cutter and sent his horse off at a gallop, for by the boy's breathing he felt that the chances of life were slipping swiftly away..