He struggled a bit and then lay down.

Everything could be seen.

Look, he does not move--he must be dead! The Cossacks have gone back to the cordon in case there should be any more of them.' 'And so you got him!' said the old man.

'He is far away now, my lad! ...' And again he shook his head sadly.
Just then the sound reached them of breaking bushes and the loud voices of Cossacks approaching along the bank on horseback and on foot.

'Are you bringing the skiff ?' shouted Lukashka.
'You're a trump, Luke! Lug it to the bank!' shouted one of the Cossacks.
Without waiting for the skiff Lukashka began to undress, keeping an eye all the while on his prey.
'Wait a bit, Nazarka is bringing the skiff,' shouted the corporal.
'You fool! Maybe he is alive and only pretending! Take your dagger with you!' shouted another Cossack.
'Get along,' cried Luke, pulling off his trousers.