"Mayn't I have two?" asked a lugubrious voice.
"What for?"
"For a comrade."
"Go 'long!"
The voices of the spies whom Yevsey knew sounded louder, braver, and jollier than before.
"I'm not going to do any beating."
"We've heard that," the hoarse voice of Pantaleyev sounded rudely.
"Silence!"
Someone smacking his lips greedily, complained:
"I haven't enough cartridge. We ought to get a whole boxful."