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to get Frenchmen," answered Tikhon boldly and hurriedly, in a husky but melodious bass voice. "Why did you push yourself in there by daylight? You ass! Well, why havent you taken one?" "Oh, I took one all right," said Tikhon. "Where is he?" "You see, I took him first thing at dawn," Tikhon continued, spreading out his flat feet with outturned toes in their bast shoes. "I took him into the forest. Then I see hes no good and think Ill go and fetch a likelier one." "You see?... What a wogue--its just as I thought," said Denisov to the esaul. "Why didnt you bwing that one?" "What was the good of bringing him?" Tikhon interrupted hastily and angrily--"that one wouldnt have done for you. As if I dont know what sort you want!" "What a bwute you are!... Well?" "I went for another one," Tikhon continued, "and I crept like this through the wood and lay down." (He suddenly lay down on his stomach with a supple movement to show how he had done it.) "One turned up and I grabbed him, like this." (He jumped up quickly and lightly.) "Come along to the colonel, I said. He starts yelling, and suddenly there were four of them. They rushed at me with their little swords. So I went for them with my ax, this way: What are you up to? says I. Christ be with you!" shouted Tikhon, waving his arms with an angry scowl and throwing out his chest. "Yes, we saw from the hill how you took to your heels through the puddles!" said the esaul, screwing up his glittering eyes. Petya badly wanted to laugh, but noticed that they all refrained from laughing. He turned his eyes rapidly from Tikhons face to the esauls and Denisovs, unable to make out what it all meant. "Dont play the fool!" said Denisov, coughing angrily. "Why didnt you bwing the first one?" Tikhon scratched his back with one hand and his head with the other, then suddenly his whole face expanded into a beaming, foolish grin, disclosing a gap where he had lost a tooth (that was why he was called Shcherbaty--the gap-toothed). Denisov smiled, and Petya burst into a peal of merry laughter in which Tikhon himself joined. "Oh, but he was a regular good-for-nothing," said Tikhon. "The clothes on him--poor stuff! How could I bring him? And so rude, your honor! Why, he says: Im a generals son myself, I wont go! he says." "You are a bwute!" said Denisov. "I wanted to question..." "But I questioned him," said Tikhon. "He said he didnt know much. There are a lot of us, he says, but all poor stuff--only soldiers in name, he says. Shout loud at them, he says, and youll take them all," Tikhon concluded, looking cheerfully and resolutely into Denisovs eyes. "Ill give you a hundwed sharp lashes--thatll teach you to play the fool!" said Denisov severely. "But why are you angry?" remonstrated Tikhon, "just as if Id never seen your Frenchmen! Only wait till it gets dark and Ill fetch you any of them you want--three if you like." "Well, lets go," said Denisov, and rode all the way to the watchhouse in silence and frowning angrily. Tikhon followed behind and Petya heard the Cossacks laughing with him and at him, about some pair of boots he had thrown into the bushes. When the fit of laughter that had seized him at Tikhons words and smile had passed and Petya realized for a moment that this Tikhon had killed a man, he felt uneasy. He looked round at the captive drummer boy and felt a pang in his heart. But this uneasiness lasted only a moment. He felt it necessary to hold his head higher, to brace himself, and to question the esaul with an air of importance about tomorrows undertaking, that he might not be unworthy of the company in which he found himself. The officer who had been sent to inquire met Denisov on the way with the news that Dolokhov was soon coming and that all was well with him. Denisov at once cheered up and, calling Petya to him, said: "Well, tell me about yourself." CHAPTER VII Petya, having left his people after their departure from Moscow, joined his regiment and was soon taken as orderly by a general commanding a large guerrilla detachment. From the time he received his commission, and especially since he had joined the active army and taken part in the battle of Vyazma, Petya had been in a constant state of blissful excitement at being grown-up and in a perpetual

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