“I’m jolly well afraid I have. In any case I may as well search her,” said the voice of the ruffian who had been struggling with the girl. “Stop! Be quiet, dammit!” Their two assailants left the compartment. There was a discussion, a dispute rather, in the corridor; and Ralph who was recovering more and more of his wits and could now move his limbs, caught the words: “Yes ... further down ... the end compartment ... and be quick about it ... the conductor may come.” One of the three thieves stepped into the compartment and bent down over him and snarled: “If you move, you’re a dead man. Keep quiet!” The three ruffians went along towards the end compartment in which Ralph had noticed two passengers. Already he was trying to loosen his bonds and working his jaws to get the gag out of his mouth. Close to him the English girl was moaning more and more feebly in a manner which wrung his heart. He struggled to free himself with all his might, chilled by the fear lest he should be too late to save the unfortunate creature’s life. But his bonds were strong and firmly knotted. However the cloth which blinded him, carelessly tied, suddenly fell to the floor. He saw the young girl on her knees, her elbows on the seat, looking at him with eyes which no longer saw anything. Then came the sound of shots at a distance. The three masked ruffians and the two passengers must be fighting in the end compartment. Almost on the instant one of the scoundrels came running down the corridor as fast as he could run with a bag in his hand. For two or three minutes the train had been slackening speed. Probably it was compelled to go slower by the fact that the track was being repaired; probably also the thieves had been aware of this and chosen that moment for their attack. Ralph was at the end of his wits. As he strained against his unbreakable bonds, he succeeded in working his gag loose enough to mutter to the girl: “For goodness sake hold out.... I shall be able to look after you in a minute.... What’s the matter? What have they done to you?” The brutes must have squeezed the girl’s throat inordinately and twisted her neck, for she was black in the face; her features were distorted; she displayed all the symptoms of asphyxiation. Ralph thought that she was on the very point of death. She was gasping and trembling from head to foot. Her chest was bent over the seat close to him. He could hear the faint harsh sound of her breathing and through what sounded to him the death-rattle he caught a few English words she muttered: “Monsieur.... Monsieur.... Listen.... I’m done for.” “No!” he cried in anguish. “Try and raise yourself and reach the bell-rope.”