"I had one," he muttered anxiously.

"Somewhere, I know...." I heard the Colonel's voice again.

"No one touched! There's some more of their precious ammunition wasted....

What about your Ekaterina, Piotr Ivanovitch--Ho, ho, ho!...

Here, _golubchik_, the telephone!...
Hullo! Hullo!" For myself I had the irritation that one might feel had a boy thrown a stone over the wall, broken a window and run away.