"A Bosnian student—named Prinzep—a man said."
"He was but a boy—a frail boy——"
"He has been well taught to shoot," muttered Goritz.
"Death!" she cried hysterically. "And I——"
"Be quiet. People are watching you," said Goritz sternly. "Lean on my arm and go where I shall lead. It is not far."
