When I try to sleep they are hot and smarting....
I interrupt Trenchard's diary to give a very brief account of the impression that was made on me by my visit to the three of them with some wagons four days after the date of the above entry.

It must be remembered that I had not, of course, at this time read any of Trenchard's diary, nor had I seen anything of him since the moment of Semyonov's arrival.

My chief impression during the interval had been my memory of Trenchard as I had last seen him, miserable, white-faced, unnerved.

I had thought about him a good deal.

Those days at the Otriad had been for the rest of us rather pleasantly tranquil.