"Front form troops at wheeling distance, and halt!" for now I perceived
that Sir Harry Scarlett, who was in advance with four lancers, halted
them, and sent back a corporal, who came along at a hand-gallop.
"Hullo, Travers, old fellow, what's up, do you think--aw--aw--what's the
row in front?" asked Berkeley, with haste and anxiety, as he stuck his
glass in his eye, and fidgeted in his saddle.
"The Russians, no doubt," said Travers, drily, as his handsome face
brightened with courage and excitement.
"Ah, I thought so," said I. "Are they in force, Corporal Jones?"
"We can't tell, sir; but lance-heads, and bayonets too, are visible
among the coppice in front."
By this time the two troops had formed, and halted in open column,
quietly and orderly, the leading three files of each having advanced for
three horses' lengths, and then reined in as if upon parade.
"We can't well use the lance here. Unsling carbines! Remain where you
are, Travers," said I. "Mr. Berkeley and two files from the right,
forward with me--trot!"
I drew my sword, cast loose my holster flaps, and rode on with the
little party, all of whom followed me willingly enough, save one.
On joining the advanced party, we made ten horsemen altogether.
Proceeding farther, to where the ground dipped somewhat suddenly down
towards the Belbeck river, we could see, about a mile distant, a body of
Russian cavalry, whose spiked leather helmets and lance-heads glittered
in the sun. They were drawn up in line, their flanks being covered by
thickets, which concealed their actual strength, so that we knew not
whether they were a mere squadron or an entire brigade.
Berkeley, who was nervously busy with his powerful racing-glass,
muttered--
"I see an officer on a white horse. By Jove! a doocid swell--aw,
aw--all over decorations."