I confess that I myself felt a strong desire for this, and I commanded the second cannon to be unlimbered. The words had hardly left _my_ mouth ere the bomb was powdered and rammed home; and Antónof, clinging to the gun-cheek, and leaning his two fat fingers on the carriage, was already getting the gun into position. "Little ... little more to the left--now a little to the right--now, now the least bit more--there, that's right," said he with a proud face, turning from the gun. The infantry officer, myself, and Maksímof, in turn sighted along the gun, and all gave expression to various opinions. "By God! it will miss," said Velenchúk, clicking with his tongue, although he could only see over Antónof's shoulder, and therefore had no basis for such a surmise. "By-y-y God! it will miss: it will hit that tree right in front, fellows." "Two!" I commanded. The men about the gun scattered. Antónof ran to one side, so as to follow the flight of the ball. There was a flash and a ring of brass. At the same instant we were enveloped in gunpowder smoke; and after the startling report, was heard the metallic, whizzing sound of the ball rushing off quicker than lightning, amid the universal silence and dying away in the distance. Just a little behind the group of horsemen a white puff of smoke appeared; the Tatars scattered in all directions, and then the sound of a crash came to us. "Capitally done!" "Ah! they take to their heels;" "See! the devils don't like it," were types of the exclamations and jests heard among the ranks of the artillery and infantry. "If you had aimed a trifle lower, you'd have hit right in the midst of him," remarked Velenchúk. "I said it would strike the tree: it did; it took the one at the right." [Footnote 12: _jägers._] VI.