"Whose company?" asked Prince Bagration of an artilleryman standing by the ammunition wagon.
He asked, "Whose company?" but he really meant, "Are you frightened here?" and the artilleryman understood him.
"What do you want, your honor?" asked an artilleryman, standing close by, who heard him muttering.
"A staff officer was here a minute ago, but skipped off," said an artilleryman to Prince Andrew.
"It was the officer, your honor, stained it," answered the artilleryman, wiping away the blood with his coat sleeve, as if apologizing for the state of his gun.