In the midst was the big naked body, soiled with blood.

Some one had covered him with his blanket; but as he lay there in agony, he had partly thrown it off.
'This is murder!' cried the officer.

'You wild beasts, you will hear of this to-morrow.' As Goguelat was raised and laid upon a stretcher, he cried to us a cheerful and blasphemous farewell..