Uncle, you have not seen anything, but I've killed a beast,' said Lukashka, uncocking his gun and getting up with unnatural calmness.
The old man was staring intently at the white back, now clearly visible, against which the Terek rippled.
'He was swimming with a log on his back.

I spied him out! ...

Look there.

There! He's got blue trousers, and a gun I think....

Do you see ?' inquired Luke.
'How can one help seeing ?' said the old man angrily, and a serious and stern expression appeared on his face.