“We’ll just drag in the cow,” said I—­I like to stick to my point—­“and then we might see if there’s anything in the cellar.”

We did drag in the cow; we dragged it through the house, and finally bestowed it in the compound behind.  Hogvardt suggested that we should fetch the other also; but I had no mind for another surprise, which might not end so happily, and I decided to run the risk of leaving the second animal till the morning.  So Watkins went off to seek for some wine, for which we all felt very ready, and I went to the door with the intention of securing it.  But before I did so I stood for a moment on the step, looking out into the night, and snuffing the sweet, clear, pure air.  It was in quiet moments like this, not in the tumult that had just passed, that I had pictured my beautiful island; and the love of it came on me now, and made me swear that these fellows and their arch ruffian Constantine should not drive me out of it without some more and more serious blows than had been struck that night.  If I could get away safely, and return with enough force to keep them quiet, I would pursue that course.  If not—­well, I believe I had very blood-thirsty thoughts in my mind, as even the most peaceable man will have, when he has been served as I had and his friends roughly handled on his account.

Having registered these determinations, I was about to proceed with my task of securing the door, when I heard a sound that startled me.  There was nothing hostile or alarming about it, rather it was pathetic and appealing; and, in spite of my previous truculence of mind, it caused me to exclaim:  “Hullo, is that one of those poor beggars mauled?” For the sound was a slight, painful sigh, as of somebody in suffering, and it seemed to come from out of the darkness about a dozen yards ahead of me.  My first impulse was to go straight to the spot; but I had begun by now to doubt whether the Neopalians were not unsophisticated in quite as peculiar a sense as that in which they were good-hearted; so I called Denny and Hogvardt, bidding the latter to bring his lantern with him.  Thus protected, I stepped out of the door, in the direction from which the sigh had come.  Apparently we were to crown our victory by the capture of a wounded enemy.

An exclamation from Hogvardt told me that he, aided by the lantern, had come upon the quarry; but Hogvardt spoke in disgust rather than triumph.

“Oh, it’s only the little one!” said he.  “What’s wrong with him, I wonder.”  He stooped down, and examined the prostrate form.  “By heaven, I believe he’s not touched!  Yes, there’s a bump on his forehead; but not big enough for any of us to have given it.”

By this time Denny and I were with him, and we looked down on the boy’s pale face, which seemed almost death-like in the glare of the lantern.  The bump was not such a very small one, but it would not have been made by any of our weapons, for the flesh was not cut.  A moment’s further inspection showed that it must be the result of a fall on the hard, rocky road.