Some of the horses rolled down the slope into the snow below and the soldiers, chased by our shots, made off as fast as they could down into the valley out of which we had come.
Afterward the Tartar told me the Soyot had proposed to guide them around behind the Reds to fall upon their rear with the bombs.

When I had bound up the wounded shoulder of the officer and we had taken the pack off the killed animal, we continued our journey.

Our position was complicated.
We had no doubt that the Red detachment came up from Mongolia.
Therefore, were there Red troops in Mongolia?
What was their strength?
Where might we meet them?
Consequently, Mongolia was no more the Promised Land?
Very sad thoughts took possession of us.
But Nature pleased us.

The wind gradually fell.

The storm ceased.