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Chapter 11—Travelers in Distress During the momentary lull which followed, shouts could be distinctly heard from farther on, at no great distance from the tarantass. It was an earnest appeal, evidently from some traveler in distress. Michael listened attentively. The iemschik also listened, but shook his head, as though it was impossible to help. “They are travelers calling for aid,” cried Nadia. “They can expect nothing,” replied the iemschik. “Why not?” cried Michael. “Ought not we do for them what they would for us under similar circumstances?” “Surely you will not risk the carriage and horses!” “I will go on foot,” replied Michael, interrupting the iemschik. “I will go, too, brother,” said the young girl. “No, remain here, Nadia. The iemschik will stay with you. I do not wish