powdered, and rammed in, and Antónov, clinging to the gun-cheek, and placing his two fat fingers on the carriage-plate, was ordering the block-trail to the right and left.
"A trifle more to the left—a wee bit to the right—now, the least little bit more—now it's all right," he said, walking away from the gun with a proud face.
The infantry officer, I, and Maksímov, one after another put our eyes to the sight, and each expressed his particular opinion.
"Upon my word, it will carry across," remarked Velenchúk, clicking with his tongue, although he had only been looking over Antónov's shoulder, and therefore did not have the least reason for such a supposition. "Upon my word, it will carry across, and will strike that tree, brothers!"
"Second!" I commanded.
The crew stepped aside. Antónov ran to one side, in order to see the flight of the projectile; the fuse flashed, and the brass rang out. At the same time we were enveloped in powder-smoke, and through the deafening boom of the report was heard the metallic, whizzing sound of the projectile, flying with the rapidity of lightning, dying away in the distance amid a universal silence. A little behind the group of the horsemen appeared white smoke, the Tartars galloped away in both directions, and we heard the sound of the explosion.
"That was fine ! How they are scampering! See, the devils don't like it!" were heard the approvals and jests in the ranks of the artillery and infantry.
"If we had aimed a little lower, we should have hit him straight," remarked Velenchúk. "I told you it would strike the tree, and so it did,—it went to the right."
