"This book" and the marionette picked up the treatise on arithmetic, bound in thick cardboard, and handed it to the gendarme.
"Whose book is this?"
"It is mine."
"That is enough. You must have done it. Get up and come with us immediately."
"But I-"
"Come along with us.
"But I am innocent."
"Come along with us." Before they left, the gendarmes called some fishermen who were passing in a rowboat near the shore, and said to them: "We leave this wounded boy to you. Take him to your house and take care of him. Tomorrow we will come back and see how he is."
Then they turned to Pinocchio, and placing him between them, said in a commanding tone: "Forward! March! If you do not obey, so much the worse for you.”
Without a word the marionette set out along the road that led to the village, but the poor little wretch hardly knew where he was. It seemed to him that he was dream-
