For God's sake!" It was plain that this cadet had already repeatedly asked for a lift and been refused.

He asked in a hesitating, piteous voice.

"Tell them to give me a seat, for God's sake!" "Give him a seat," said Tushin.

" Lay a cloak for him to sit on, lad," he said, addressing his favorite soldier.

" And where is the wounded officer?" "He has been set down.