We held our breath in suspense.
The closed doors and shutters puzzled them, and after a few moments one of them dismounted, handed the reins of his horse to his companion, pushed open the gate, and walked up towards the house.
At that moment fortune served us a scurvy trick. Down below a roar of laughter broke out among our men, loud enough to reach us.
The soldier heard it too.
We heard him strike a lusty summons on the door panels and call to those within. Then everything was as still as the grave.
The man knocked again, and when the door remained unopened he went back to his companion, mounted his horse, and, giving some instructions, set off up the lane at a quick canter. The second man drew back into the shade of a tree and waited, keeping his eyes warily upon the house all the while.
"We may as well get the men posted," said Zoiloff. "That fellow will be back in a minute with all there are with him. We're in for a scrimmage."
He went down at once to give the necessary orders, while I stayed to watch.
I had not long to wait. In a few minutes I heard the advancing footfalls of horses, and a number of troopers came swinging up the lane at the trot. I counted thirteen in all, and thanked Heaven there were no more.
But it meant fight, and I saw the man in command of the party taking his observations, and giving his instructions to those under him to surround the house.
There was no need for me to watch longer. There would soon be plenty of other work on hand.
