The wrist felt as if it were not his.

He examined his hand carefully, vainly trying to find blood on it.

" Ah, here are people coming," he thought joyfully, seeing some men running toward him.

" They will help me!" In front came a man wearing a strange shako and a blue cloak, swarthy, sunburned, and with a hooked nose.

Then came two more, and many more running behind.