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Chapter 8

           Withhisshaggyheadthrownbacklikebirdswhentheydrink,pressinghisspursmercilesslyintothesidesofhisgoodhorse,Bedouin,andsittingasthoughfallingbackwardsinthesaddle,hegallopedtotheotherflankofthesquadronandshoutedinahoarsevoicetothementolooktotheirpistols.HerodeuptoKírsten.Thestaffcaptainonhisbroad-backed,steadymarecameatawalktomeethim.Hisfacewithitslongmustachewasseriousasalways,onlyhiseyeswerebrighterthanusual.

           “Well,whataboutit?”saidhetoDenísov.“Itwon’tcometoafight.You’llsee—weshallretire.”

           “Thedevilonlyknowswhatthey’reabout!”mutteredDenísov.“Ah,Wostóv,”hecriednoticingthecadet’sbrightface,“you’vegotitatlast.”

           Andhesmiledapprovingly,evidentlypleasedwiththecadet.Rostóvfeltperfectlyhappy.Justthenthecommanderappearedonthebridge.Denísovgallopeduptohim.

           “Yourexcellency!Letusattackthem!I’lldwivethemoff.”

           “Attackindeed!”saidthecolonelinaboredvoice,puckeringuphisfaceasifdrivingoffatroublesomefly.“Andwhyareyoustoppinghere?Don’tyouseetheskirmishersareretreating?Leadthesquadronback.”

           Thesquadroncrossedthebridgeanddrewoutofrangeoffirewithouthavinglostasingleman.ThesecondsquadronthathadbeeninthefrontlinefollowedthemacrossandthelastCossacksquittedthefarthersideoftheriver.

           ThetwoPávlogradsquadrons,havingcrossedthebridge,retiredupthehilloneaftertheother.

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