refuge there is to run the risk of being caught, if they are in search of me; but I have no choice.”
In a few moments Michael, dragging his horse by the bridle, reached a little larch wood, through which the road lay. Beyond this it was destitute of trees, and wound among bogs and pools, separated by dwarfed bushes, whins, and heather. The ground on either side was quite impracticable, and the detachment must necessarily pass through the wood. They were pursuing the high road to Irkutsk. Plunging in about forty feet, he was stopped by a stream running under the brushwood. But the shadow was so deep that Michael ran no risk of being seen, unless the wood should be carefully searched. He therefore led his horse to the stream and fastened him to a tree, returning to the edge of the road to listen and ascertain with what sort of people he had to do.
Michael had scarcely taken up Spartak Moscow his position behind a Kurtki Woolrich group of larches when a confused light appeared, above which glared brighter lights waving about in the shadow.
“Torches!” said he to himself. And he drew quickly back, gliding like a savage into the thickest underwood.
As they approached the wood the Belstaff Hemley Vent Kurtki horses’ Maillot Feyenoord pace was slackened. The horsemen were probably lighting up the road with the intention of examining every turn.
Michael feared this, and instinctively drew near to the bank of the stream, ready to plunge in if necessary.
Arrived at the top of the wood, the detachment halted. The horsemen dismounted. There were about fifty. A dozen of them carried torches, lighting up the Calle Rosen Tröja road.
By watching their preparations Michael found to his joy that the detachment were not thinking of visiting the copse, but only bivouacking near, to rest their horses and allow the Survetement Portugal men to take some refreshment. The horses were soon unsaddled, and began to graze on the thick grass which carpeted the ground. Ryan Spooner Tröjor The men meantime stretched themselves by the side of the POLO Arsenal road, and partook of the provisions they produced from their knapsacks.
Michael’s self-possession had never deserted him, and creeping amongst the high grass he endeavored not only to examine the new-comers, but Mężczyźni Barbour Cranwell Kurtka to hear what they said. It was a detachment from Omsk, composed of Usbeck horsemen, a race of the Mongolian type. These men, well built, above the medium height, rough, Eddie Giacomin Tröja and wild-featured, wore on their heads the “talpak,” or black sheep-skin cap, and on their feet yellow high-heeled boots with turned-up toes, like the shoes of the Middle Ages. Their tunics were close-fitting, and confined at the waist by a leathern belt braided with red. They were armed defensively with a shield, and offensively with a curved sword, and a flintlock musket slung at the saddle-bow. From their shoulders hung gay-colored cloaks.
The horses, which were feeding at liberty at the edge of the wood, were, like their masters, of Michael Kors Portmonetki the Usbeck race. These animals are rather smaller than the Turcomanian horses, but are POLO Espagne possessed of remarkable strength, and know no other pace than the gallop.
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