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He produced five marks, an unusual sum for him to have in his possession, and which would not have found itself in his hands had not his arrest on the previous evening prevented his spending considerably more than he had spent in his favourite corn-brandy. "I want it all," said Schmidt. "You are a cool-blooded fellow," laughed Dumnoff, making as though he would return the coins to his pocket.
"That would not be so bad, after all." "You may be there again before long," suggested Fischelowitz. "You know there is to be an inquiry. I only hope you will do plenty of work before they lock you up for a fortnight." "I suppose they will let me work in prison," answered Dumnoff, indifferently. "They do in some places."
"And she called me, I think, an adventurer." "Is that all?" laughed Dumnoff. "I have been called by worse names than that in my time!" "I have not," answered the Count, with sudden coolness. "However, between me and Fischelowitz and the Gigerl, she grew so angry that she struck the only one of us three against whom she dared lift hand. That member of the company chanced to be the unfortunate doll.
The sound produced something half rhythmical, like a broken tune in search of itself, and the change of sentinels made no perceptible difference in the regular nature of the unceasing noise. Dumnoff, relieved of his handcuffs, stretched himself upon the pallet assigned to him, clasped his hands under the back of his head, and stared at the ceiling.
"You might take me with you to Russia," said Dumnoff, with a short laugh. "That would be an excitement, at least." "After the way in which you have stood by me this evening, I will not refuse you anything. If you wish it, I will take you with me. I take it for granted that you are not prevented by any especial reason from entering our country." "Not that I am aware of," laughed Dumnoff.
Dumnoff now came in, and a moment later the insignificant girl, who began to giggle foolishly as soon as she saw that something was happening which she could not understand. "None of us are satisfied," continued Johann Schmidt, taking the letter from Akulina. "Here, Dumnoff, here Anna Nicolaevna, is this the Chosjaika's handwriting or not? Let everybody see and judge."
"But Vjera never thought it of me and that fellow is evidently the worse for liquor." Johann Schmidt had not fled from the scene of action out of any consideration for his personal safety. He was, indeed, a braver man than Dumnoff, in proportion as he was more intelligent, and though of a very different temper, by no means averse to a fight if it came into his way.
"I do not exactly understand you, Herr Schmidt," said Vjera without looking up again. "An objectless life has no object. How then " "There is nothing to understand," growled Dumnoff, who never counted his own work, and always enjoyed a bit of conversation, provided he could abuse something or somebody. "There is nothing in it, and Herr Schmidt is a Landau moss-head."
"I think you must be mistaken," said the Count, politely. Dumnoff grunted something quite incomprehensible, and which might have been taken for the clearing of his huge throat after the inflaming draught. The Cossack was silent, and his bright eyes looked pityingly at his companion.
Your deeds this evening make the labours of Hercules dwindle to the proportions of mere mountebank's tricks." "Was anybody badly injured?" asked Dumnoff, suddenly aroused by the pleasing recollections of the contest. "I believe not seriously; I think I saw everybody whom you upset get on his feet sooner or later." "Well," said Dumnoff with a sigh, "it cannot be helped. I did my best."
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