But suddenly he bent down his head, stretched out his neck and thus went forward to the others. Out of the disheveled frame of hair and beard his black eyes looked wildly and sharply with an almost insane expression.
“Ah, gentlemen!” he drawled out. “So that’s what it is. Hello, master!”
He thrust his hand to Werner and sat down opposite him. And bending closely over to him, he winked one eye and quickly passed his hand over his throat.
“You, too? What?”
“Yes!” smiled Werner.
“Are all of us to be hanged?”
“All.”
“Oho!” Tsiganok grinned, showing his teeth, and quickly felt everybody with his eyes, stopping for an instant longer on Musya and Yanson. Then he winked again to Werner.
“The Minister?”
“Yes, the Minister. And you?”