“'You have brought in a prisoner,' I said to Tomassov, as if I could not believe my eyes.
“You must understand that unless they surrendered in large bodies we made no prisoners. What would have been the good? Our Cossacks either killed the stragglers or else let them alone, just as it happened. It came really to the same thing in the end.
“Tomassov turned to me with a very troubled look.
“'He sprang up from the ground somewhere as I was leaving the outpost,' he said. 'I believe he was making for it, for he walked blindly into my horse. He got hold of my leg and of course none of our chaps dared touch him then.'
“'He had a narrow escape,' I said.
“'He didn't appreciate it,' said Tomassov, looking even more troubled than before. 'He came along holding to my stirrup leather. That's what made me so late. He told me he was a staff officer; and then talking in a voice such, I suppose, as the damned alone use, a croaking of rage and pain, he said he had a favour to beg of me. A supreme favour. Did I understand him, he asked in a sort of fiendish whisper.
“'Of course I told him that I did. I said: oui, je vous comprends.'
“'Then,' said he, 'do it. Now! At once—in the pity of your heart.'
“Tomassov ceased and stared queerly at me above the head of the prisoner.
“I said, 'What did he mean?'