“Well, then, tears will flow again,” said S⸺, laughing.
Guskov no longer looked at me, but pretended to be getting tobacco from the pouch which had long been empty.
“Get ready to go to the outposts, old chap,” said S⸺, laughing, “the scouts have reported that the camp will be attacked tonight, so reliable lads will have to be told off.”
Guskov smiled undecidedly, as if preparing to say something, and cast several imploring looks at S⸺.
“Well, you know I have been before, and I shall go again if I am sent,” muttered he.
“Yes, and you will be sent!”
“Well, and I’ll go. What of that?”
“Yes, just as you did at Argun—ran away from the ambuscade and threw away your gun,” said the Adjutant, and, turning away from him, began telling us about the order for the next day.
It was true that the enemy was expected to