Girshel, addressed him; he sobbed like a baby, and did not even look at
me. With a hopeless gesture I went to my tent, flung myself on a rug,
and closed my eyes....

Suddenly some one ran hastily and noisily into my tent. I raised my head
and saw Sara; she looked beside herself. She rushed up to me, and
clutched at my hands.

'Come along, come along,' she insisted breathlessly.

'Where? what for? let us stop here.'

'To father, to father, quick... save him... save him!'

'To what father?'

'My father; they are going to hang him....'

'What! is Girshel...?'

'My father... I '11 tell you all about it later,' she added, wringing
her hands in despair: 'only come... come....'

We ran out of the tent. In the open ground, on the way to a solitary
birch-tree, we could see a group of soldiers.... Sara pointed to them
without speaking....

'Stop,' I said to her suddenly: 'where are we running to? The soldiers
won't obey me.'