The next day, in the afternoon, a policeman came into my cell and told me to follow him. He was a man over fifty and I thought with satisfaction that he did not appear to be very nimble. Things turned out just as Bob had said. The train rolled off. I took my place near the door where I had entered. The policeman sat opposite me; we were alone in the compartment. "Do you speak English?" asked the policeman. "I understand if you don't talk too rapidly," I replied. "Well, then, I want to give you a little advice, my boy," he said; "don't try and fool the law. Just tell me how it all happened, and I'll give you five shillings. It'll be easier for you if you have a little money in jail." I was about to say that I had nothing to confess, but I felt that might annoy the man, so I said nothing. "Just think it over," he continued, "and when you're in jail don't go and tell the first comer, but send for me. It is better to have one who is interested in you, and I'm very willing to help you." I nodded my head. "Ask for Dolphin; you'll remember my name?" "Yes, sir." I was leaning against the door. The window was down and the air blew in. The policeman found that there was too much air so he moved into the middle of the seat. My left hand stole softly outside and turned the handle; with my right hand I held the door. The minutes passed; the engine whistled and slackened its speed. The moment had come. I pushed open the door quickly and sprang out as far as I could. Fortunately, my hands, which I held out before me, touched the grass, yet the shock was so great that I rolled on the ground unconscious. When I came to my senses I thought that I was still in the train for I felt myself being carried along. Looking round I saw that I was lying at the bottom of a cart. Strange! My cheeks were wet. A soft warm tongue was licking me. I turned slightly. An ugly yellow dog was leaning over me. Mattia was kneeling beside me. "You're saved," he said, pushing aside the dog. "Where am I?" "You are in a cart. Bob's driving." "How goes it?" cried Bob from his seat. "Can you move your arms and legs?" I stretched out and did what he asked. "Good," said Mattia; "nothing broken." "What happened?" "You jumped from the train as we told you, but the shock stunned you, and you rolled into a ditch. When you didn't come, Bob left the cart, crept down the hill, and carried you back in his arms. We thought you were dead. Oh, Remi, I was afraid." I stroked his hand. "And the policeman?" I asked. "The train went on; it didn't stop." My eyes again fell on the ugly yellow dog that was looking at me with eyes that resembled Capi's. But Capi was white.... "What dog is that?" I asked. Before Mattia could reply the ugly little animal had jumped on me, licking me furiously and whining. "It's Capi; we dyed him!" cried Mattia, laughing. "Dyed him? Why?" "So that he wouldn't be recognized. Now Bob wants to make you more comfortable."