As he advanced through the village street, arguing with the paddle that no real village was in sight, a light shining through a transom over the door of some outbuilding, attracted his attention, and he thought he might be in the vicinity of human beings.

Hearing the sound of voices he approached the door, listening.

Then another mad thought came to him, that he must make a desperate rush at the door and get inside before it melted away.

He did so, and the frail barrier gave way before the pressure of his shoulder and he stumbled headlong into the place.

He disturbed several men who were drinking and playing at some game and as he regained his feet he observed two of the men trying to escape through a window, while the others seized chairs and benches to repel an attack of what they imagined to be the Evil one.
"Molto malado!" cried Boyton.
At hearing this, the men gained confidence and put down their weapons.
"Medico?
Albergo ?" inquired the voyager.
One of the most intelligent of the party, said: "Ah, he wants a doctor and a hotel.