Laska walked beside her master, pressing a little forward and looking round.

Passing the sleeping peasants and reaching the first reeds, Levin examined his pistols and let his dog off.

One of the horses, a sleek, dark-brown three-year-old, seeing the dog, started away, switched its tail and snorted.

The other horses too were frightened, and splashing through the water with their hobbled legs, and drawing their hoofs out of the thick mud with a squelching sound, they bounded out of the marsh.