Michael Strogoff

But before it fell a powerful hand stopped the tartar's arm. Michael was there. He had leapt forward at this horrible scene. If at the relay at Ichim he had restrained himself when Ogareff's whip had struck him, here before his mother, who was about to be struck, he could not do so. Ivan Ogareff had succeeded.

''Michael Strogoff!'' cried he. Then advancing, ''Ah, the man of Ichim?''

''Himself!'' said Michael. And raising the knout he struck Ogareff a sharp blow across the face. ''Blow for blow!'' said he.

''Well repaid!'' cried a voice concealed by the tumult.





If that was me, I would be come a running man. Or a flying man. I would most likely think I was to become a dieing man. That's what happens when family gets involved. You give your life for them. That was a good repay, for Ivan did the same thing to him a few days back. He let him do it , because he was trying to hide his identity. The extra voice was a friend of his that had watched it happen to him. But he got A blow for a blow.


green is participles, in present tense.