“It is mine.”
“That is enough. You must have done it. Stand up and come with us immediately.”
“But I—”
“Come with us.”
“But I am innocent.”
“Come with us.”
Before going away the policemen called some fishermen who at that moment were passing by in a rowboat near the shore, and said to them: “We trust this wounded boy to you. Take him to your house and help him. To-morrow we will come back and see how he is.”
Then they turned to Pinocchio and, placing him between them, said: “Forward! Walk quickly! If you do not, so much the worse for you.”
Without saying anything the marionette began to walk along the road that led to his home. But the poor little boy did not know whether he was in this world or not. It appeared to him that he was dreaming, and what a horrible dream it was! He
