the different objects.

"Eh! It'll be rough to-night!" said Tchelkache, nodding his head in
the direction of the sea.

"A storm?" asked Gavrilo. He was rowing hard. He was drenched from
head to foot by the drops blown by the wind.

"Ehe!" affirmed Tchelkache.

Gavrilo looked at him curiously.

"How much did they give you?" he asked at last, seeing that Tchelkache
was not disposed to talk.

"See!" said Tchelkache. He held out toward Gavrilo something that he
drew from his pocket.

Gavrilo saw the variegated banknotes, and they assumed in his eyes all
the colors of the rainbow.

"Oh! And I thought you were boasting! How much?"

"Five hundred and forty! Isn't that a good haul?"

"Certain!" murmured Gavrilo, following with greedy eyes the five
hundred and forty roubles as they again disappeared in the pocket.
"Ah! If it was only mine!" He sighed dejectedly.

"We'll have a lark, little one!" enthusiastically exclaimed Tchelkache!