"There are no women and there are no prisoners," said Petrobey.
Mitsos stood silent a moment, looking at the other with bright, dry eyes, and swaying a little as he stood.
"And Uncle Nicholas is dying and has asked for me," he said. "Let me go to him."
[CHAPTER XIII]
NICHOLAS GOES HOME
The room was lighted by an oil-lamp, turned low and shaded from the sick man. Yanni, who had been watching all night, was lying on the floor, dozing from sheer weariness; but he woke at the sound of Mitsos' entering, and got up.
"Oh, Mitsos, you have come," he whispered, "he has asked for you so often."
"Leave me alone here," said Mitsos, and the two were left together.