The soldier nearest them stopped, opened his hands, and let his gun fall. But he did not stoop to pick it up. He stood still for a moment, then turned suddenly, and began to walk into the forest.
"Where are you going?" shouted his comrade, in a frightened voice. "Stay!"
But the other painfully endeavored to advance. Suddenly he clutched the air with his hands, and fell, face downward.
"Milksop, pick up your gun, or I will pick it up for you," cried the Tzigane, firmly. "You don't know your duty. Have you never seen a man die?"
Again the lantern swung. The turn of Werner and Yanson had come.
"Good-bye, sir!" said the Tzigane, in a loud voice. "We shall meet again in the other world. When you see me there, don't turn away from me."
"Good-bye!"
"I must not be hanged," said Yanson again, in a faint voice.
But Werner grasped his hand, and Yanson took a few steps. Then he was seen to sink into the snow. They bent over him, lifted him up, and carried him, while he weakly struggled in the soldiers' arms.
And again the yellow lanterns became motionless.
"And I, Musya? Am I then to go alone?" said Tanya, sadly. "We have lived together, and now . . ."
"Tanya, my good Tanya!"
