He was sorry for them.
The captain touched his arm and asked the way.
'Straight on.'
'Far?'
'No, not far, not at all far.'
'Where is it?'
The little group stood in front of him by the side of their wolf-like ponies. He drew back into the cottage.
The thought confusedly crossed his mind: 'After all, we did sit together and ate together, two and two, like friends.'
He began hurriedly, 'Turn to the left at the crossroads, then across the fields as far as Gregor's cottage…'
The captain made a sign that he did not understand.