“What is it?” she asked.
“We must have money. It’s in the hut. I must get it.”
“You can’t go in there,” she said, quickly.
“Why not?”
“The men are there.”
“The men there?” I repeated dully, not understanding. “What are they doing there?”
“When you were found in the tent we dared not move you, so we brought the bed across to you and put the wounded men in the cottage.”
“Yes, of course, you haven’t told me yet what occurred. But my money is hidden there and we must have it.”
“We’ll fetch it if you tell us where to find it.”
“Karasch?” I answered, doubtingly.