"Ah, that's the way to talk French," said the picket soldiers.
The soldiers forming the picket line, like showmen exhibiting a curiosity, no longer looked at the French but paid attention to the sight-seers and grew weary waiting to be relieved.
Behind the guns were their limbers and still farther back picket ropes and artillerymen's bonfires.
The wagons escorted by the hussars drew up to the picket ropes and a crowd of hussars surrounded them.
Sandford, but just at that moment the picket boat with his brother (Lieut.-Comm.
"The picket is still on the hill, your excellency, just where it was in the evening," reported Rostov, stooping forward with his hand at the salute and unable to repress the smile of delight induced by his ride and especially by the sound of the bullets.
On being relieved from picket duty Rostov had managed to get a few hours' sleep before morning and felt cheerful, bold, and resolute, with elasticity of movement, faith in his good fortune, and generally in that state of mind which makes everything seem possible, pleasant, and easy.
Besides the soldiers who formed the picket line on either side, there were many curious onlookers who, jesting and laughing, stared at their strange foreign enemies.