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of artillery； and above it a crisp rattle which could not be mistaken。
〃It is cannon and musketry！〃 said he。 〃The little Russian body
is engaged with the Tartar army！ Pray Heaven that I may arrive
at Kolyvan before them！〃
The firing became gradually louder； and soon to the left of Kolyvan
a mist collectednot smoke； but those great white clouds produced
by discharges of artillery。
The Usbeck horsemen stopped on the left of the Obi； to await the result
of the battle。 From them Michael had nothing to fear as he hastened
towards the town。
In the meanwhile the firing increased； and became sensibly nearer。
It was no longer a confused roar； but distinct reports。
At the same time the smoke partially cleared； and it became
evident that the combatants were rapidly moving southwards。
It appeared that Kolyvan was to be attacked on the north side。
But were the Russians defending it or the Tartars？ It being
impossible to decide this； Michael became greatly perplexed。
He was not more than half a verst from Kolyvan when he observed
flames shooting up among the houses of the town； and the steeple
of a church fell in the midst of clouds of smoke and fire。
Was the struggle； then； in Kolyvan？ Michael was compelled to think so。
It was evident that Russians and Tartars were fighting in
the streets of the town。 Was this a time to seek refuge there？
Would he not run a risk of being taken prisoner？ Should he succeed
in escaping from Kolyvan； as he had escaped from Omsk？ He hesitated
and stopped a moment。 Would it not be better to try； even on foot；
to reach some small town； and there procure a horse at any price？
This was the only thing to be done； and Michael； leaving the Obi；
went forward to the right of Kolyvan。
The firing had now increased in violence。 Flames soon sprang
up on the left of the town。 Fire was devouring one entire
quarter of Kolyvan。
Michael was running across the steppe endeavoring to gain the covert
of some trees when a detachment of Tartar cavalry appeared on the right。
He dared not continue in that direction。 The horsemen advanced rapidly；
and it would have been difficult to escape them。
Suddenly； in a thick clump of trees； he saw an isolated house；
which it would be possible to reach before he was perceived。
Michael had no choice but to run there； hide himself and ask
or take something to recruit his strength； for he was exhausted
with hunger and fatigue。
He accordingly ran on towards this house； still about half
a verst distant。 As he approached； he could see that it
was a telegraph office。 Two wires left it in westerly and
easterly directions； and a third went towards Kolyvan。
It was to be supposed that under the circumstances this station
was abandoned； but even if it was； Michael could take refuge there；
and wait till nightfall； if necessary； to again set out across
the steppe covered with Tartar scouts。
He ran up to the door and pushed it open。
A single person was in the room whence the telegraphic messages
were dispatched。 This was a clerk； calm； phlegmatic； indifferent to
all that was passing outside。 Faithful to his post； he waited behind
his little wicket until the public claimed his services。
Michael ran up to him； and in a voice broken by fatigue；
〃What do you know？〃 he asked。
〃Nothing；〃 answered the clerk； smiling。
〃Are the Russians and Tartars engaged？〃
〃They say so。〃
〃But who are the victors？〃
〃I don't know。〃
Such calmness； such indifference； in the midst of these terrible events；
was scarcely credible。
〃And is not the wire cut？〃 said Michael。
〃It is cut between Kolyvan and Krasnoiarsk； but it is still working
between Kolyvan and the Russian frontier。〃
〃For the government？〃
〃For the government； when it thinks proper。 For the public；
when they pay。 Ten copecks a word； whenever you like； sir！〃
Michael was about to reply to this strange clerk that he had no
message to send； that he only implored a little bread and water；
when the door of the house was again thrown open。
Thinking that it was invaded by Tartars； Michael made ready to leap
out of the window； when two men only entered the room who had nothing
of the Tartar soldier about them。 One of them held a dispatch；
written in pencil； in his hand； and； passing the other； he hurried
up to the wicket of the imperturbable clerk。
In these two men Michael recognized with astonishment；
which everyone will understand； two personages of whom he was not
thinking at all； and whom he had never expected to see again。
They were the two reporters； Harry Blount and Alcide Jolivet；
no longer traveling companions； but rivals； enemies； now that they
were working on the field of battle。
They had left Ichim only a few hours after the departure of
Michael Strogoff； and they had arrived at Kolyvan before him；
by following the same road； in consequence of his losing three days
on the banks of the Irtych。 And now； after being both present
at the engagement between the Russians and Tartars before the town；
they had left just as the struggle broke out in the streets； and ran
to the telegraph office； so as to send off their rival dispatches
to Europe； and forestall each other in their report of events。
Michael stood aside in the shadow； and without being seen
himself he could see and hear all that was going on。
He would now hear interesting news； and would find out whether
or not he could enter Kolyvan。
Blount； having distanced his companion； took possession of
the wicket； whilst Alcide Jolivet； contrary to his usual habit；
stamped with impatience。
〃Ten copecks a word；〃 said the clerk。
Blount deposited a pile of roubles on the shelf； whilst his rival
looked on with a sort of stupefaction。
〃Good；〃 said the clerk。 And with the greatest coolness
in the world he began to telegraph the following dispatch：
〃Daily Telegraph； London。
〃From Kolyvan； Government of Omsk； Siberia； 6th August。
〃Engagement between Russian and Tartar troops。〃
The reading was in a distinct voice； so that Michael heard
all that the English correspondent was sending to his paper。
〃Russians repulsed with great loss。 Tartars entered Kolyvan to…day。〃
These words ended the dispatch。
〃My turn now；〃 cried Alcide Jolivet； anxious to send off his dispatch；
addressed to his cousin。
But that was not Blount's idea； who did not intend to give
up the wicket； but have it in his power to send off the news
just as the events occurred。 He would therefore not make way
for his companion。
〃But you have finished！〃 exclaimed Jolivet。
〃I have not finished；〃 returned Harry Blount quietly。
And he proceeded to write some sentences； which he handed in to the clerk；
who read out in his calm voice： 〃John Gilpin was a citizen of credit
and renown； a train…band captain eke was he of famous London town。〃
Harry Blount was telegraphing some verses learned in his childhood；
in order to employ the time； and not give up his place to his rival。
It would perhaps cost his paper some thousands of roubles； but it
would be the first informed。 France could wait。
Jolivet's fury may be imagined； though under any other
circumstances he would have thought it fair warfare。
He even endeavored to force the clerk to take his dispatch
in preference to that of his rival。
〃It is that gentleman's right；〃 answered the clerk coolly；
pointing to Blount； and smiling in the most amiable manner。
And he continued faithfully to transmit to the Daily Telegraph
the well…known verses of Cowper。
Whilst he was working Blount walked to the window and； his field
glass to his eyes； watched all that was going on in the neighborhood
of Kolyvan； so as to complete his information。 In a few minutes
he resumed his place at the wicket； and added to his telegram：
〃Two churches are in flames。 The fire appears to gain on the right。
'John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear； Though wedded we have been
these twice ten tedious years； yet we no holiday have seen。'〃
Alcide Jolivet would have liked to strangle the honorable correspondent
of the Daily Telegraph。
He again interrupted the clerk； who； quite unmoved； merely replied：
〃It is his right； sir； it is his rightat ten copecks a word。〃
And he telegraphed the following news； just brought him
by Blount： 〃Russian fugitives are escaping from the town。
'Away went Gilpinwho but he？ His fame soon spread around：
He carries weight！ he rides a race！ 'Tis for a thousand pound！'〃
And Blount turned round with a quizzical look at his rival。
Alcide Jolivet fumed。
In the meanwhile Harry Blount had returned to the window； but this
time his attention was diverted by the interest of the scene
before him。 Therefore； when the clerk had finished telegraphing
the last lines dictated by Blount； Alcide Jolivet noiselessly
took his place at the wicket； and； just as his rival had done；
after quietly depositing a respectable pile of roubles on the shelf；
he delivered his dispatch； which the clerk read aloud：
〃Madeleine Jolivet； 10； Faubourg Montmartre； Paris。
〃From Kolyvan； Government of Omsk； Siberia； 6th August。
〃Fugitives are escaping from the town。 Russians defeated。
Fiercely pursued by the Tartar cavalry。〃