All the soldiers are excited and fatigued. They are out of breath, wan, tattered, bloody and muddy. All are quite young.

Vonka (Opens the gate, stops a moment, looks about, then turns back).—Hi! you! Moravian.

(Vichodil comes in followed by Havlin.)

Havlin.—Church-yard—we won’t stay here—in a church-yard——

(Vonka throws down his gun, pays no attention to Havlin. Bends over the dead soldier.)

Havlin.—They were carrying him and threw him in here—but you don’t want to stay here?

Vonka (Bent over the dead body).—The flies, look at them! What a lot there are on him already—Shrapnel struck him under the chin—it took a bit of his shoulder—A Maygar—from the 32nd (he rises.) To cart him with such an injury. (He is restless—he does not know what to do, he chokes with excitement.)

Havlin.—But you are not going to lie down here.

(Vonka mutters through his teeth but is thinking of something else.)

Havlin.—Say something, you are not going to lie down here, are you?

(Vonka says nothing; he goes to the right. Rests his chin on the wall and gazes out.)

Havlin (to Vichodil).—You lie down;—is it just to bandage your foot?

Vichodil (Who the moment he came in, sat down on the grass to attend to his wounded leg).—It scratched me, brother; it burns—it did not before but now it stings.

Vonka (Looking over the wall).—Skalitz is still burning—there, the buildings near the railroad station. (Turns toward the church-