Just as the order to advance was given, the captain looked at me intently. I stroked my sprouting moustache with an air of unconcern; in truth, I was not frightened, and only dreaded lest I might be thought so. These passing bullets aided my heroic coolness, while my self-respect assured me that the danger was a real one, since I was veritably under fire. I was delighted at my self-possession, and already looked forward to the pleasure of describing in Parisian drawing-rooms the capture of the redoubt of Cheverino. [Illustration: "A SHELL KNOCKED OFF MY SHAKO."] The colonel passed before our company. "Well," he said to me, "you are going to see warm work in your first action." I gave a martial smile, and brushed my cuff, on which a bullet, which had struck the earth at thirty paces distant, had cast a little dust. It appeared that the Russians had discovered that their bullets did no harm, for they replaced them by a fire of shells, which began to reach us in the hollows where we lay. One of these, in its explosion, knocked off my shako and killed a man beside me. "I congratulate you," said the captain, as I picked up my shako. "You are safe now for the day." I knew the military superstition which believes that the axiom _non bis in idem_ is as applicable to the battlefield as to the courts of justice. I replaced my shako with a swagger. "That's a rude way to make one raise one's hat," I said, as lightly as I could. And this wretched piece of wit was, in the circumstances, received as excellent. "I compliment you," said the captain. "You will command a company to-night; for I shall not survive the day. Every time I have been wounded the officer below me has been touched by some spent ball; and," he added, in a lower tone, "all their names began with P." I laughed sceptically; most people would have done the same; but most would also have been struck, as I was, by these prophetic words. But, conscript though I was, I felt that I could trust my thoughts to no one, and that it was my duty to seem always calm and bold. At the end of half an hour the Russian fire had sensibly diminished. We left our cover to advance on the redoubt. Our regiment was composed of three battalions. The second had to take the enemy in flank; the two others formed the storming party. I was in the third. On issuing from behind the cover, we were received by several volleys, which did but little harm. The whistling of the balls amazed me. "But after all," I thought, "a battle is less terrible than I expected." [Illustration: "OUR SOLDIERS RUSHED ACROSS THE RUINS."] We advanced at a smart run, our musketeers in front. All at once the Russians uttered three hurras--three distinct hurras--and then stood silent, without firing. "I don't like that silence," said the captain. "It bodes no good." I began to think our people were too eager. I could not help comparing, mentally, their shouts and clamour with the striking silence of the enemy.