They must not hang me." They were riding thus in order to appear two hours later face to face before the inexplicable great mystery, in order to pass from Life to Death--and they were introducing each other.

Life and Death moved simultaneously, and until the very end Life remained life, to the most ridiculous and insipid trifles.
"What have you done, Yanson ?" "I killed my master with a knife.

I stole money." It seemed from the tone of his voice that Yanson was falling asleep.
Werner found his flabby hand in the darkness and pressed it.

Yanson withdrew it drowsily.
"Are you afraid ?" asked Werner.
"I don't want to be hanged." They became silent.

Werner again found the Esthonian's hand and pressed it firmly between his dry, burning palms.