The girl smiled and took it.

Nesvitski like the rest of the men on the bridge did not take his eyes off the women till they had passed.

When they had gone by, the same stream of soldiers followed, with the same kind of talk, and at last all stopped.

As often happens, the horses of a convoy wagon became restive at the end of the bridge, and the whole crowd had to wait.

"And why are they stopping? There's no proper order!" said the soldiers.