He turned away then as if to walk back to his men, but I saw him start; and then he did a really plucky thing, like the daring devil he evidently was. When he was half-way towards his men he made a quick rush to the guns and tried to snatch them up in his arms and bolt with them to cover. It was wasted courage. A couple of guns rang out, Zoiloff's for one, and the man rolled over with a groan, shot through the leg, with the carbines scattered round him.
His men made no effort to go near him, and so long an interval of inaction followed that I began to hope the struggle was already over before it had well begun.
"Lucky we shot those horses, or we should have had half the scoundrels bolting for reinforcements," muttered Zoiloff.
"You'd better see what the men at the back are after," I said; and even as I spoke the little Broumoff came running excitedly to tell us they were trying to get our horses from the shed behind.
Zoiloff hurried out with a couple of men, and a moment later I heard an exchange of shots.
"Run and see what has happened, Spernow, and let me know," I said, and in a couple of minutes he returned to say all was well, and that Zoiloff had wounded one of the men and scared them off. They had made for the side of the house, he told me, and had been joined by the rest of the troopers; unfortunately there was no window at the side, so that we could neither watch nor threaten them.
Another long interval passed without the troopers making a sign of any kind, and I judged that their intention was simply to keep watch until reinforcements could come up, and guessed that they had sent one or more of the men away on foot in search of help.
