"Yes, Jean-Claude; we caught him at the pond of Kiel: it was Kasper who shot him."
They stretched the corpse out near the fire. His yellow face had strange shadows on it in the firelight.
Doctor Lorquin, having looked at him, said: "It is a fine specimen of the Tartar race; if I had time, I should put it in a lime-bath, so as to obtain a skeleton of this tribe."
He then knelt down, and opening the long tunic,—"The ball has traversed the pericardium, and has produced almost the same effect as aneurism of the heart."
The others kept silence.
Kasper, with his hand on the muzzle of his rifle, seemed quite contented with his game; and old Materne, rubbing his hands, said: "I was sure I would bring you back something: my boys and I never return empty-handed. There now!"
Hullin then pulled him aside. They entered the farm together, and after the first surprise was over, every man began to make his own personal reflections on the Cossack.