"Will you go up, then, and, get the cloaks you speak of ?" Leaving his pony with the lieutenant, Jack made his way up the hill.
Fortunately, in their descent they had followed a small track worn by persons going to and from the chateau from the valley, and he had, therefore, but little difficulty in finding the house.

He paused when he reached the courtyard, for he heard voices in the chateau.
Listening attentively, he discovered that they were Russians, no doubt some of the party who had been driven thence by the Sardinians, and who had, upon the retirement of the latter, ridden straight back from the plain.

Fortunately, the fog was so thick that there was no probability whatever of his movements being discovered, and he therefore proceeded to strip off two of the long coats, reaching almost down to the heels, which form the distinctive Cossack dress, from the dead men.

He took possession also of their caps, their bandoliers for cartridges, worn over one shoulder, and of their carbines and lances, and then retraced his steps down the hill to his companion.

Leading their ponies, they wandered aimlessly through the fog for a considerable time before they came to some trees.
"If you will hold my horse, sir," Jack said, "I will just look round, and see if this is a small wood.