Lukashka spat with vexation and went on.

On approaching the ambuscade he halted again and whistled softly.

His whistle was answered and he stepped up to his comrades.
Nazarka, all curled up, was already asleep.

Ergushov sat with his legs crossed and moved slightly to make room for Lukashka.
'How jolly it is to sit here! It's really a good place,' said he.

'Did you take him there ?' 'Showed him where,' answered Lukashka, spreading out his cloak.