Half a hill caved in, and the dirt rolled you down to the bottom.

Plain luck, that's all, that kept you from going out." "Luck ?" said Pierre and he laid his hand against his breast where he could feel the outline of the cross.

"Yes, I suppose it was luck.
And she--" He sat down slowly and buried his face in his hands.

A new tone came in the voice of the boy as he asked: "Was a woman with you ?" But Pierre heard only the tone and not the words.

His face was gray when he looked up again, and his voice hard.
"Tell me as briefly as you can how I come here, and who picked me up." "My father and his men.