It attracted and fixed my attention.
"What is that ?" I asked, pointing to the spot.
"It is the murderer Pouzikoff whom I shot," answered the Lieutenant.

"I would have shot both Kanine and the wife of Pouzikoff but I was sorry for Kanine's wife and children and I haven't learned the lesson of shooting women.

Now I shall send them along with you under the surveillance of my soldiers to Uliassutai.

The same result will come, for the Mongols who try them for the murder will surely kill them." This is what happened at Tisingol, on whose shores the will-o'-the-wisp flits over the marshy pools and near which runs the cleavage of over two hundred miles that the last earthquake left in the surface of the land.
Maybe it was out of this cleavage that Pouzikoff, Kanine and the others who have sought to infect the whole world with horror and crime made their appearance from the land of the inferno.

One of Lieutenant Ivanoff's soldiers, who was always praying and pale, called them all "the servants of Satan." Our trip from Tisingol to Uliassutai in the company of these criminals was very unpleasant.