Part 8

The eyes smiled at me with cunning, with triumph, with deep content.

It was so like the Schnitzel I had known that I believed still he might have strength enough to help me.

“Who did this?” I begged. “I'll hang him for it! Do you hear me?” I cried.

Seeing him lying there, with the life cut out of him, swept me with a blind anger, with a need to punish.

“I'll see they hang for it. Tell me!” I commanded. “Who did this?”

The eyes, now filled with weariness, looked up and the lips moved feebly.

“My own people,” he whispered.

In my indignation I could have shaken the truth from him. I bent closer.

“Then, by God,” I whispered back, “you'll tell me who they are!”

The eyes flashed sullenly.

“That's my secret,” said Schnitzel.

The eyes set and the lips closed.

A man at my side leaned over him, and drew the sheet across his face.