?Having put on French greatcoats and shakos, Women Toms Classic Petya and Dolokhov rode to the clearing from which Denisov had reconnoitered the French camp, and emerging from the forest in pitch darkness they descended into the hollow. On reaching the bottom, Dolokhov told the Cossacks accompanying him to await him there and rode on at a quick trot along the road to the bridge. Petya, his heart in his mouth with excitement, rode by his side.
??"If we're caught, I won't be taken alive! I have a pistol," whispered he.
??"Don't talk Russian," said Dolokhov in a hurried whisper, and at that very moment they heard through the darkness the challenge: "Qui vive?"* and the click of a musket.
??*"Who goes there?"
??The blood rushed to Petya's face and he grasped his pistol.
??"Lanciers du 6-me,"* replied Dolokhov, neither hastening nor slackening his horse's pace.
??*"Lancers of the 6th Regiment."
??The black figure of a sentinel stood on the bridge.
??Dolokhov reined in his horse and advanced at a walk.
??"Dites donc, le colonel Gerard est ici?"* he asked.
??*"Tell me, is Colonel Gerard here?"
??"Mot d'ordre," repeated the sentinel, barring the way and not replying.
??"Quand un officier fait sa ronde, les sentinelles ne demandent pas le mot d'ordre..." cried Dolokhov suddenly flaring up and riding straight at the sentinel. "Je vous demande si le colonel est ici."*