"For--go away, do! Go to the devil!" Chelkash screamed suddenly, and he sat up on the sand. His face was pale and angry, his eyes were glazed, and kept closing, as though he were very sleepy. "What more--do you want? You've done--your job--and go away! Be off!" And he tried to kick Gavrilo away, as he knelt, overwhelmed, beside him, but he could not, and would have rolled over again if Gavrilo had not held him up, putting his arms round his shoulders. Chelkash's face was now on a level with Gavrilo's. Both were pale, piteous, and terrible-looking. "Tfoo!" Chelkash spat into the wide, open eyes of his companion. Meekly Gavrilo wiped his face with his sleeve, and murmured: "Do as you will. I won't say a word. For Christ's sake, forgive me!" "Snivelling idiot! Even stealing's more than you can do!" Chelkash cried scornfully, tearing a piece of his shirt under his jacket, and without a word, clenching his teeth now and then, he began binding up his head. "Did you take the notes?" he filtered through his teeth. "I didn't touch them, brother! I didn't want them! there's ill-luck from them!" Chelkash thrust his hand into his jacket pocket, drew out a bundle of notes, put one rainbow-colored note back in his pocket, and handed all the rest to Gavrilo. "Take them and go!" "I won't take them, brother. I can't! Forgive me!" "T-take them, I say!" bellowed Chelkash, glaring horribly. "Forgive me! Then I'll take them," said Gavrilo, timidly, and he fell at Chelkash's feet on the damp sand, that was being liberally drenched by the rain. "You lie, you'll take them, sniveller!" Chelkash said with conviction, and with an effort, pulling Gavrilo's head up by the hair, he thrust the notes in his face. "Take them! take them! You didn't do your job for nothing, I suppose. Take it, don't be frightened! Don't be ashamed of having nearly killed a man! For people like me, no one will make much inquiry. They'll say thank you, indeed, when they know of it. There, take it! No one will ever know what you've done, and it deserves a reward. Come, now!" Gavrilo saw that Chelkash was laughing, and he felt relieved. He crushed the notes up tight in his hand. "Brother! You forgive me? Won't you? Eh?" he asked tearfully. "Brother of mine!" Chelkash mimicked him as he got, reeling, on to his legs. "What for? There's nothing to forgive. To-day you do for me, to-morrow I'll do for you." "Oh, brother, brother!" Gavrilo sighed mournfully, shaking his head. Chelkash stood facing him, he smiled strangely, and the rag on his head, growing gradually redder, began to look like a Turkish fez. The rain streamed in bucketsful. The sea moaned with a hollow sound, and the waves beat on the shore, lashing furiously and wrathfully against it. The two men were silent. "Come, good-bye!" Chelkash said, coldly and sarcastically. He reeled, his legs shook, and he held his head queerly, as though he were afraid of losing it.