Pan Kharlamp hurried again to the line, and commanded in a quick, clear voice: «To the left! face--to the rear!»
Hoofs sounded on the pavement. The line broke into two; the halves broke again till there were four parts, which began to recede with slow step in the direction of the barracks.
«Good soldiers,» said Skshetuski, looking with skilled eye at the regular movements of the dragoons.
«Those are petty nobles and attendant boyars who serve in that arm,» answered Volodyovski.
«Oh, you could tell in a moment that they are not militia,» cried Pan Stanislav.
«But does Kharlamp command them,» asked Zagloba, «or am I mistaken? I remember that he served in the light-horse squadron and wore silver loops.»
«True,» answered Volodyovski; «but it is a couple of years since he took the dragoon
