Well, your doctors gave him up, but one of theirs came from the mountains and cured him! They understand herbs, my lad!' 'Come, stop talking rubbish,' said Olenin.

'I'd better send a doctor from head-quarters.' 'Rubbish!' the old man said mockingly.

'Fool, fool! Rubbish.

You'll send a doctor!--If yours cured people, Cossacks and Chechens would go to you for treatment, but as it is your officers and colonels send to the mountains for doctors.

Yours are all humbugs, all humbugs.' Olenin did not answer.