But all looked at him silently and seriously, even with apparent interest.

He grinned, showing his teeth, and quickly clapped Werner on the knee several times.
"That's the way, master! How does the song run?
'Don't rustle, O green little mother forest....'" "Why do you call me 'master,' since we are all going--" "Correct," Tsiganok agreed with satisfaction.

"What kind of master are you, if you are going to hang right beside me?
There is a master for you"; and he pointed with his finger at the silent gendarme.

"Eh, that fellow there is not worse than our kind"; he pointed with his eyes at Vasily.

"Master! He there, master! You're afraid, aren't you ?" "No," answered the heavy tongue.
"Never mind that 'No.' Don't be ashamed; there's nothing to be ashamed of.