Behind him sprang up the Tartar and the Kalmuck.

I had already drawn my rifle on the Soyot but, as soon as I saw the Tartar and Kalmuck on their lovely horses behind him, I dropped my gun and knew all was well.

The Reds let off a volley at the trio but they made good their escape behind the rocks and disappeared.

The firing continued more and more lively and I did not know what to do.

From our side we shot rarely, saving our cartridges.
Watching carefully the enemy, I noticed two black points on the snow high above the Reds.