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may cut you down here, so you’d best

keep a sharp lookout, I tell you!’

 

‘Go along; I know,’ muttered Lukashka; and having examined his gun

again he sat down behind the log.

 

He remained alone and sat gazing at the shallows and listening for

the Cossacks; but it was some distance to the cordon and he was

tormented by impatience. He kept thinking that the other ABREKS

who were with the one he had killed would escape. He was vexed

with the ABREKS who were going to escape just as he had been with

the boar that had escaped the evening before. He glanced round and

at the opposite bank, expecting every moment to see a man, and

having arranged his gun-rest he was ready to fire. The idea that

he might himself be killed never entered his head.

Chapter IX

It was growing light. The Chechen’s body which was gently rocking

in the shallow water was now clearly visible. Suddenly the reeds

rustled not far from Luke and he heard steps and saw the feathery

tops of the reeds moving. He set his gun at full cock and

muttered: ‘In the name of the Father and of the Son,’ but when the

cock clicked the sound of steps ceased.

 

‘Hallo, Cossacks! Don’t kill your Daddy!’ said a deep bass voice

calmly; and moving the reeds apart Daddy Eroshka came up close to

Luke.

 

‘I very nearly killed you, by God I did!’ said Lukashka.

 

‘What have you shot?’ asked the old man.

 

His sonorous voice resounded through the wood and downward along

the river, suddenly dispelling the mysterious quiet of night

around the Cossack. It was as if everything had suddenly become

lighter and more distinct.

 

‘There now. Uncle, you have not seen anything, but I’ve killed a

beast,’ said Lukashka, uncocking his gun and getting up with

unnatural calmness.

 

The old man was staring intently at the white back, now clearly

visible, against which the Terek rippled.

 

‘He was swimming with a log on his back. I spied him out! … Look

there. There! He’s got blue trousers, and a gun I think…. Do you

see?’ inquired Luke.

 

‘How can one help seeing?’ said the old man angrily, and a

serious and stern expression appeared on his face. ‘You’ve killed

a brave,’ he said, apparently with regret.

 

‘Well, I sat here and suddenly saw something dark on the other

side. I spied him when he was still over there. It was as if a man

had come there and fallen in. Strange! And a piece of driftwood, a

good-sized piece, comes floating, not with the stream but across

it; and what do I see but a head appearing from under it! Strange!

I stretched out of the reeds but could see nothing; then I rose

and he must have heard, the beast, and crept out into the shallow

and looked about. “No, you don’t!” I said, as soon as he landed

and looked round, “you won’t get away!” Oh, there was something

choking me! I got my gun ready but did not stir, and looked out.

He waited a little and then swam out again; and when he came into

the moonlight I could see his whole back. “In the name of the

Father and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost”… and through the

smoke I see him struggling. He moaned, or so it seemed to me.

“Ah,” I thought, “the Lord be thanked, I’ve killed him!” And when

he drifted onto the sandbank I could see him distinctly: he tried

to get up but couldn’t. He struggled a bit and then lay down.

Everything could be seen. Look, he does not move—he must be dead!

The Cossacks have gone back to the cordon in case there should be

any more of them.’

 

‘And so you got him!’ said the old man. ‘He is far away now, my

lad! …’ And again he shook his head sadly.

 

Just then the sound reached them of breaking bushes and the loud

voices of Cossacks approaching along the bank on horseback and on

foot. ‘Are you bringing the skiff?’ shouted Lukashka.

 

‘You’re a trump, Luke! Lug it to the bank!’ shouted one of the

Cossacks.

 

Without waiting for the skiff Lukashka began to undress, keeping

an eye all the while on his prey.

 

‘Wait a bit, Nazarka is bringing the skiff,’ shouted the corporal.

 

‘You fool! Maybe he is alive and only pretending! Take your dagger

with you!’ shouted another Cossack.

 

‘Get along,’ cried Luke, pulling off his trousers. He quickly

undressed and, crossing himself, jumped, plunging with a splash

into the river. Then with long strokes of his white arms, lifting

his back high out of the water and breathing deeply, he swam

across the current of the Terek towards the shallows. A crowd of

Cossacks stood on the bank talking loudly. Three horsemen rode off

to patrol. The skiff appeared round a bend. Lukashka stood up on

the sandbank, leaned over the body, and gave it a couple of

shakes.

 

‘Quite dead!’ he shouted in a shrill voice.

 

The Chechen had been shot in the head. He had on a pair of blue

trousers, a shirt, and a Circassian coat, and a gun and dagger

were tied to his back. Above all these a large branch was tied,

and it was this which at first had misled Lukashka.

 

‘What a carp you’ve landed!’ cried one of the Cossacks who had

assembled in a circle, as the body, lifted out of the skiff, was

laid on the bank, pressing down the grass.

 

‘How yellow he is!’ said another.

 

‘Where have our fellows gone to search? I expect the rest of them

are on the other bank. If this one had not been a scout he would

not have swum that way. Why else should he swim alone?’ said a

third.

 

‘Must have been a smart one to offer himself before the others; a

regular brave!’ said Lukashka mockingly, shivering as he wrung out

his clothes that had got wet on the bank.

 

‘His beard is dyed and cropped.’

 

‘And he has tied a bag with a coat in it to his back.’

 

‘That would make it easier for him to swim,’ said some one.

 

‘I say, Lukashka,’ said the corporal, who was holding the dagger

and gun taken from the dead man. ‘Keep the dagger for yourself and

the coat too; but I’ll give you three rubles for the gun. You see

it has a hole in it,’ said he, blowing into the muzzle. ‘I want it

just for a souvenir.’

 

Lukashka did not answer. Evidently this sort of begging vexed him

but he knew it could not be avoided.

 

‘See, what a devil!’ said he, frowning and throwing down the

Chechen’s coat. ‘If at least it were a good coat, but it’s a mere

rag.’

 

‘It’ll do to fetch firewood in,’ said one of the Cossacks.

 

‘Mosev, I’ll go home,’ said Lukashka, evidently forgetting his

vexation and wishing to get some advantage out of having to give a

present to his superior.

 

‘All right, you may go!’

 

‘Take the body beyond the cordon, lads,’ said the corporal, still

examining the gun, ‘and put a shelter over him from the sun.

Perhaps they’ll send from the mountains to ransom it.’

 

‘It isn’t hot yet,’ said someone.

 

‘And supposing a jackal tears him? Would that be well?’ remarked

another Cossack.

 

‘We’ll set a watch; if they should come to ransom him it won’t do

for him to have been torn.’

 

‘Well, Lukashka, whatever you do you must stand a pail of vodka

for the lads,’ said the corporal gaily.

 

‘Of course! That’s the custom,’ chimed in the Cossacks. ‘See what

luck God has sent you! Without ever having seen anything of the

kind before, you’ve killed a brave!’

 

‘Buy the dagger and coat and don’t be stingy, and I’ll let you

have the trousers too,’ said Lukashka. ‘They’re too tight for me;

he was a thin devil.’

 

One Cossack bought the coat for a ruble and another gave the price

of two pails of vodka for the dagger.

 

‘Drink, lads! I’ll stand you a pail!’ said Luke. ‘I’ll bring it

myself from the village.’

 

‘And cut up the trousers into kerchiefs for the girls!’ said

Nazarka.

 

The Cossacks burst out laughing.

 

‘Have done laughing!’ said the corporal. ‘And take the body away.

Why have you put the nasty thing by the hut?’

 

‘What are you standing there for? Haul him along, lads!’ shouted

Lukashka in a commanding voice to the Cossacks, who reluctantly

took hold of the body, obeying him as though he were their chief.

After dragging the body along for a few steps the Cossacks let

fall the legs, which dropped with a lifeless jerk, and stepping

apart they then stood silent for a few moments. Nazarka came up

and straightened the head, which was turned to one side so that

the round wound above the temple and the whole of the dead man’s

face were visible. ‘See what a mark he has made right in the

brain,’ he said. ‘He won’t get lost. His owners will always know

him!’ No one answered, and again the Angel of Silence flew over

the Cossacks.

 

The sun had risen high and its diverging beams were lighting up

the dewy grass. Near by, the Terek murmured in the awakened wood

and, greeting the morning, the pheasants called to one another.

The Cossacks stood still and silent around the dead man, gazing at

him. The brown body, with nothing on but the wet blue trousers

held by a girdle over the sunken stomach, was well shaped and

handsome. The muscular arms lay stretched straight out by his

sides; the blue, freshly shaven, round head with the clotted wound

on one side of it was thrown back. The smooth tanned forehead

contrasted sharply with the shaven part of the head. The open

glassy eyes with lowered pupils stared upwards, seeming to gaze

past everything. Under the red trimmed moustache the fine lips,

drawn at the corners, seemed stiffened into a smile of good-natured subtle raillery. The fingers of the small hands covered

with red hairs were bent inward, and the nails were dyed red.

 

Lukashka had not yet dressed. He was wet. His neck was redder and

his eyes brighter than usual, his broad jaws twitched, and from

his healthy body a hardly perceptible steam rose in the fresh

morning air.

 

‘He too was a man!’ he muttered, evidently admiring the corpse.

 

‘Yes, if you had fallen into his hands you would have had short

shrift,’ said one of the Cossacks.

 

The Angel of Silence had taken wing. The Cossacks began bustling

about and talking. Two of them went to cut brushwood for a

shelter, others strolled towards the cordon. Luke and Nazarka ran

to get ready to go to the village.

 

Half an hour later they were both on their way homewards, talking

incessantly and almost running through the dense woods which

separated the Terek from the village.

 

‘Mind, don’t tell her I sent you, but just go and find out if her

husband is at home,’ Luke was saying in his shrill voice.

 

‘And I’ll go round to Yamka too,’ said the devoted Nazarka. ‘We’ll

have a spree, shall we?’

 

‘When should we have one if not to-day?’ replied Luke.

 

When they reached the village the two Cossacks drank, and lay down

to sleep till evening.

Chapter X

On the third day after the events above described, two companies

of a Caucasian infantry regiment arrived at the

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