It will take us no time." He was a large clumsy creature, like an eager overgrown puppy; he was one of the four or five Nikolais in our Otriad, and he is to be noticed in this history because he attached himself from the very beginning to Trenchard with that faithful and utterly unquestioning devotion of which the Russian soldier is so frequently capable.

He must, I think, have seen something helpless and unhappy in Trenchard's appearance on this evening.

Sancho to our Don Quixote he was from that first moment.
"Yes, he's an English gentleman," I said when he had listened for a moment to Trenchard's Russian.
"Like yourself," said Nikolai.
"Yes, Nikolai.

You must look after him.

He'll be strange here at first." "_Slushaiu_ (I hear)." That was all he said.