Wandering as it was through the incomprehensible labyrinth of the wood, it seemed to me an elusive riddle in a problem, and my curiosity was aroused. But utterly wearied as I was, I soon fell asleep pondering detective ruses and subtle logical methods of investigation. * * * * * I awoke at dawn, and immediately I had a glimpse of a possible end to my imprisonment. Not far from where I was, some men, hidden by the underwood, were walking and talking. Their steps came and went like those of the stag(?) treading, doubtless the same winding ways. At one moment they passed, still hidden, a few paces away from my car, but I could not understand their conversation--it seemed to be in German. At last they stood before me at the very place where the animal had appeared. There were three of them, and they were bending down as if they were following a trail. At the spot where the beast had turned, one of them uttered an exclamation and made a gesture as if they should go back. But they perceived me and I advanced towards them. “Gentlemen,” said I smiling my best, “could you kindly show me the way to Fonval? I have lost myself.” The three men looked at me without replying, in an inquisitive and shy way. They were a very remarkable trio. The first possessed on the top of a massive and squat body a round and calamitously flat face, the thin pointed nose on which, as if it had been shoved into it, made the disc into a sundial. The second had a military air and was twisting his mustache, which was on the German imperial model, and his chin stuck out like the toe of a boot. A tall old man with gold spectacles, gray curly hair and an unkempt beard, made up the trio. He was eating cherries in a noisy way, as a bumpkin eats tripe. They were obvious Germans, doubtless the assistants from the _Anatomisches Institut_. The tall old man spat out in my direction a salvo of cherry-stones, and in the direction of his comrades, one of those Teuton phrases, in which a hail of shrapnel-like words mingles with other nameless noises. They exchanged in their own way some remarks which resembled so many broadsides, without paying the least attention to me, and then after cleverly imitating with their mouths the sound of a battle going on beside a waterfall--having held a council, in fact--they turned on their heels and left me astounded at their rudeness. But I had to get out of that fix somehow or other. My adventure became hourly more ridiculous. What was the meaning of all this? What comedy was I playing? Was I being made a fool of? I was furious. The would-be secrets I had fancied I scented now seemed to me mere childishness caused by weariness and the dark. The thing was to get away--to get away at once.