Untilnow，aboutadozenmenhadbeenstandingonthebanktoobservewhatwastoward，butassoonasthelittlemuzhik’swordsrangoutthesemenrecoiled，and，withjostlings，begantovent，insubdued，uneasytones，criesof:
“Whowasitfirststruckhim？“
“Thiswillloseusourjobs。“
“Itwasthesoldierthatfirststartedtheracket。“
“Yes，thatistrue。“