That is why I cannot bury the bodies." "How did it happen ?" we asked, oppressed by the sad picture.
"It was like this," he began.

"I was approaching Tisingol at night with my ten soldiers.

Fearing that there might be Reds here, we sneaked up to the station and looked into the windows.

We saw Pouzikoff, Kanine and the short-haired girl, looking over and dividing clothes and other things and weighing lumps of silver.

I did not at once grasp the significance of all this; but, feeling the need for continued caution, ordered one of my soldiers to climb the fence and open the gate.