He did not appear to hear, and even when Harry pulled him by the sleeve of his blouse he seemed equally unconscious.

Harry was greatly alarmed, and feared that every moment his companion would betray himself by some terrible out-burst.
After the three or four first prisoners had been disposed of, a tall and stately man was brought into the hall.

A terrible cry, which sounded loud even above the tumult which reigned, burst from Victor's lips.

He threw himself with the fury of a madman upon those in front of him, and in a moment would have bounded into the hall had not Harry brought the heavy stick he carried with all his force down upon his head.

Victor fell like a log under the blow.
"What is it?
What is it ?" shouted those around.
"My comrade has gone out of his mind," Harry said quietly; "he has been drinking for some days, and his hatred for the enemies of France has turned his head.