The world slumbered....
Suddenly from the ditch at the side of the road a soldier appeared, spoke to our driver and disappeared again.
"What did he say ?" I asked.
"He says, your Honour, that we must hasten.

We may be hit." "Hit here--on this road ?" "_Tak totchno._" "Well, hurry then." I caught a little frightened sigh behind me from Andrey Vassilievitch, whom the events of the day had frozen into horror-stricken silence.

We hurried, bumping along; at the bottom of the hill there was a farmhouse.

From behind it an officer appeared.
"What are you doing there?
You're under fire....

Red Cross?
Ah yes, we had a message about you.