raised his arms and shouted:
“It’s fine, lads! Now it’s raging … It’s fine!”
“That’s the owner himself,” cried several voices.
“Well then,” continued Prince Andréy to Alpátych, “report to them as I have told you”; and not replying a word to Berg who was now mute beside him, he touched his horse and rode down the side street.
V
From Smolénsk the troops continued to retreat, followed by the enemy. On the tenth of August the regiment Prince Andréy commanded was marching along the high road past the avenue leading to Bald Hills. Heat and drought had continued for more than three weeks. Each day fleecy clouds floated across the sky and occasionally veiled the sun, but toward evening the sky cleared again and the sun set in reddish-brown mist. Heavy night dews alone refreshed the earth. The unreaped corn was