But near the village of -- -- he was attacked by the Circassians, and was so foolish as to make resistance.

They took everything he had of worth--his arms, his money--and killed a camel-driver, besides wounding him.

It happened yesterday before the storm.

They say I should take vengeance for him.
What am I--a corporal with six men--to strive with Huseyn Agha and his cavalry! It needs a regiment.' He went grumbling off.

Rashid and I were staring hard at one another; for the village named was that where we had spent the night, and Huseyn Agha's roasted fowls were in our saddle-bags.
Rashid, as I could see, was troubled upon my account.