“I am to leave before eight o’clock,” he said, in slow tones. “You understand that? Eight o’clock.”
Prensky nodded.
“You would like to leave more soon?” he questioned.
“Yes,” said Arnaud wearily.
“You may leave now,” declared Prensky, in a friendly tone.
He folded the black cloak and laid it on a chair. Upon it, he placed the slouch hat. He advanced to the chair and placed his left hand upon the wounded man’s shoulders. He brought Arnaud up to a sitting position.
“Rest a moment,” said Prensky, in a mechanical tone. “You are still too weak.”
Arnaud nodded. He raised his right arm, and placed it over Prensky’s shoulders. The Russian could feel the weakness of the grasp. With his left hand, Arnaud gripped Prensky’s right shoulder. He seemed to be gathering all his strength for an effort to rise to his feet.
Prensky’s right hand slipped beneath his own coat. He raised his body slightly; then relaxed and let Arnaud slide back into the chair. The man’s hands still rested on Prensky’s shoulders, but their grip was weak.
“Rest a moment,” repeated Prensky.