“Come along with us!...
‘ But I am innocent... .”
“Come along with us!”
Before they left, the carabineers called
some fishermen, who were passing at that mo¬
ment near the shore in their boat, and said to
them:
" We give this boy who has been wounded
in the head into your charge. Carry him to
your house and nurse him. ‘To-morrow we
will come and see him.”
They then turned to Pinocchio, and having
placed him between them they said to him in
a commanding voice:
“ Forward! and walk quickly! or it will be
the worse for you."
Without requiring it to be repeated, the
puppet set out along the road leading to the
village. But the poor little devil hardly knew
where he was. He thought he must be dream¬
ing, and what a dreadful dream! He was
beside himself. He saw double: his legs shook:
his tongue clung to the roof of his mouth, and
he could not utter a word. And yet in the
midst of his stupefaction and apathy, his heart
was pierced by a cruel thorn—the thought that