Before they left the hut they had taken off their own great coats, the bearskin shako of the grenadier, and the high, flat-topped, bell-crowned cap of the line regiment of the officer.

In place of these they wore the flat Russian caps and the long Russian overcoats.
Bal-Arret might serve for a passable Russian, but no one could mistake Marteau for anything but a Frenchman.

Still, it had to be chanced.
The two retraced their steps and came to the ravine, where the dead Russian lay.

They had no interest in him, save the grenadier's desire to get his knife back.

It had served him well, it might be useful again.