All this greatly amazed me.

I followed him and found him behind the barracks.

He was standing by the prison stockade with his face to the fence, his head leaning against it, and propping himself against it with his arm.

'Sushiloff, what's the matter with you ?' I asked him.

He did not look at me, and to my extreme surprise, I observed that he was on the verge of weeping.