There seemed to be something going on yonder which excited my awakening curiosity.

I could see figures moving in an unusual manner, and desired to know what they were doing.

I began to walk towards them, and Hans, for his part, began to try to drag me in an opposite direction, uttering all sorts of gibberish as to the necessity of my running away.

But I would not be dragged; indeed, I struck at him, until at last, with an exclamation of despair, he let go of me and vanished.
So I went on alone.

I came to my house, or what I thought resembled it, and there saw a figure lying on its face on the ground some ten or fifteen yards to the right of the doorway, and noted abstractedly that it was dressed in my clothes.