and added slowly and mordantly a coarse oath. "I'll smash your snouts, you rabble!"
The doctor broke away from the soldier, and advancing towards him, cried chokingly:
"I will have you court-martialled, you scoundrel! To prison with you! You're hindering my work! Scoundrel! Brute!"
We pulled them apart, but the soldier kept on crying out for a long time: "Rabble! I'll smash your snout!"
I was beginning to get exhausted, and went a little way off to have a smoke and rest a bit. The blood, dried to my hands, covered them like a pair of black gloves, making it difficult for me to bend my fingers, so that I kept dropping my cigarettes and matches. And when I succeeded in lighting my cigarette, the tobacco smoke struck me as novel and strange, with quite a peculiar taste, the like of which I never experienced before or after. Just then the ambulance student with whom I had travelled came up to me, and it seemed to me as if I had met with him several years back, but where I could not remember. His tread was firm as if he were marching, and he was staring through me at something farther on and higher up.
"And they are sleeping," said he, as it seemed, quite calmly.
I flew in a rage, as if the reproach was addressed to me.
"You forget, that they fought like lions for ten days."
"And they are sleeping," he repeated, looking through me and higher up. Then he stooped don to me and shak-
