"Here are my saviors!" cried Petritsky, seeing them come in.

Before him stood the orderly with a tray of brandy and salted cucumbers.

" Here's Yashvin ordering me to drink a pick-me-up.

" "Well, you did give it to us yesterday," said one of those who had come in; "you didn't let us get a wink of sleep all night.

" "Oh, didn't we make a pretty finish!" said Petritsky.