the musketry, and the shadows were cut here and there by quick bright flashes. Suddenly Peppa heard the sound of steps near her and saw Gramigna coming back, dragging along a broken leg. He leaned against the prickly pear bushes to reload his carbine:
"It's all over," he said to her, "Now they'll take me."
And what froze the blood in her veins more than anything else was the light that shone in his eyes, as if he were a madman.
Then when he fell on the dry branches like a log of wood, the soldiers were on him in an instant.
The following day they dragged him through the village street on a cart, all in rags and covered with blood. The people who had crowded in to look at him began to laugh when they saw how small he was, how pale and ugly like a punchinello. And it was for him that Peppa had deserted compare Finu, the "Candela di Sego!"
