The curate turned toward him and called to him irritably, the rattan whistled.

The child ran to hide himself behind the sacristan, who caught and held him, thus exposing him to the curate's fury.

The unfortunate boy fought, kicked, screamed, threw himself on the floor and rolled about.

He picked himself up, ran, slipped, fell, and parried the blows with his hands, which, wounded, he hid quickly, all the time shrieking with pain.

Basilio saw him twist himself, strike the floor with his head, he saw and heard the rattan whistle.