Barto seized and shook him.

Checco knocked off his hat; the bandage about the wound broke and dropped, and Barto put his hand to his forehead, murmuring: 'What 's come to me that I lose my temper with a boy--an animal ?' The excitement all over the triangular space was hushed by an imperious guttural shout that scattered the groups.

Two Austrian officers, followed by military servants, rode side by side.

Dust had whitened their mustachios, and the heat had laid a brown-red varnish on their faces.

Way was made for them, while Barto stood smoothing his forehead and staring at Checco.
'I see the very man!' cried one of the officers quickly.