He had seen six horsemen riding to and fro across the rice-field and then go into the bushes where he collected firewood.
Taking the old man with him, Karganov had gone back along the road and, seeing the hobbled horses, knew for certain that Hadji Murad was there. So in the night he had the bushes surrounded and waited till morning to take Hadji Murad dead or alive.
Realizing that he was surrounded, Hadji Murad discovered an old ditch in the middle of the bushes where he decided to make his stand and fight as long as he had ammunition and strength to do so.
He told his comrades and ordered them to raise a rampart along the ditch.
His nukers at once began cutting off branches and digging earth with their daggers to make a bank.
Hadji Murad joined in the work with them.
As soon as it began to get light the commander of the militia squadron rode up close to the bushes and called out:
‘Hey there, Hadji Murad!
Surrender!
You’re outnumbered!’
By way of reply there was a puff of smoke from the ditch, the crack of a rifle and a bullet struck the horse of one of the militiamen, which shied and fell After this there was a rattle of fire from the rifles of the militia positioned on the edge of the bushes.
Their bullets whistled and hummed, clipping the leaves and branches and landing in the rampart, but none of them hit the men behind.
All they hit was Gamzalo’s horse which had strayed off.
It was wounded in the head but did not fall; snapping its hobble, it crashed through the bushes to the other horses, nestling against them and spilling its blood on the young grass.
Hadji Murad and his men only fired when one of the militiamen showed himself and they seldom missed.
Three militiamen were wounded and their comrades not only hesitated to charge Hadji Murad and his men, but dropped farther and farther back, firing only random shots at long range.
This went on for over an hour.
The sun had risen half-way up the trees and Hadji Murad was just considering whether to mount and attempt a break for the river when the shouts of a fresh large force of men were heard.
This was Hadji-Aha of Mekhtuli and his men.
There were about 200 of them.
At one time Hadji-Aha had been a kunak of Hadji Murad and lived with him in the mountains, but he had then gone over to the Russians.
With him was Akhmet-Khan, the son of Hadji Murad_s enemy.
Hadji-Aha began as Karganov had done by calling on Hadji Murad to surrender, but as on the first occasion Hadji Murad replied with a shot.
‘Out swords and at them!’ cried Hadji-Aha, snatching his own from its sheath, and there was a sound of hundreds of voices as men charged shrieking into the bushes.
The militiamen got among the bushes, but several shots in succession came cracking from the rampart.
Three or four men fell and the attackers halted. They now opened fire from the edge of the bushes too.
They fired and, running from bush to bush, gradually edged towards the rampart.
Some managed to get across, while others fell to the bullets of Hadji Murad and his men.
Hadji Murad never missed; Gamzalo’s aim was no less sure and he gave a delighted yelp each time he saw his bullet strike home.
Kurban sat by the edge of the ditch chanting
‘La ilaha illa allah ‘; he took his time in firing, but rarely got a hit.
Meanwhile, Eldar was quivering all over in his impatience to rush the enemy with his dagger; he fired often and at random, continually looking round at Hadji Murad and showing himself above the rampart.
The shaggy-haired Khanefi continued his role as servant even here.
With rolled up sleeves he reloaded the guns as they were handed to him by Hadji Murad and Kurban, carefully ramming home the bullets in oiled rags with an iron ram-rod and priming the pans with dry powder from a horn.
Khan-Mahoma did not keep to the ditch like the others, but kept running across to the horses to get them to a safer place, all the time shrieking and casually firing without resting his gun.
He was the first to be wounded.
He was struck by a bullet in the neck and collapsed backwards spitting blood and cursing.
Hadji Murad was wounded next.
A bullet went through his shoulder.
He tore some wadding from his jacket to plug the wound and went on firing..
‘Let’s rush them with our swords,’ urged Eldar for the third time.
He rose above the rampart ready to charge the enemy, but was instantly struck by a bullet. He staggered and fell backwards across Hadji Murad_s leg.
Hadji Murad looked at him.
His handsome sheep’s eyes stared earnestly up at him.
His mouth, with its upper lip pouting like a child’s, quivered but did not open.
Hadji Murad freed his leg and went on taking aim.
Khanefi bent over Eldar’s dead body and quickly began taking the unused cartridges from his cherkeska.
Meanwhile Kurban want on chanting, slowly loading and taking aim.
The enemy, whooping and screeching as they ran from bush to bush, were getting nearer and nearer.
Hadji Murad was hit by another bullet in the left side.