as I could. Fortunately, my hands, which I held out before me, touched the grass, yet the shock was so great that I rolled on the ground unconscious. When I came to my senses I thought that I was still in the train for I felt myself being carried along. Looking round I saw that I was lying at the bottom of a cart. Strange! My cheeks were wet. A soft warm tongue was licking me. I turned slightly. An ugly yellow dog was leaning over me. Mattia was kneeling beside me.
"You're saved," he said, pushing aside the dog.
"Where am I?"
"You are in a cart. Bob's driving."
"How goes it?" cried Bob from his seat. "Can you move your arms and legs?"
I stretched out and did what he asked.
"Good," said Mattia; "nothing broken."
"What happened?"
"You jumped from the train as we told you, but the shock stunned you, and you rolled into a ditch. When you didn't come, Bob left the cart, crept down the hill, and carried you back in his arms. We thought you were dead. Oh, Remi, I was afraid."
I stroked his hand. "And the policeman?" I asked.
"The train went on; it didn't stop."
My eyes again fell on the ugly yellow dog that was looking at me with eyes that resembled Capi's. But Capi was white...
"What dog is that?" I asked.
