I dashed forward in the direction of the noise, and ran to the scene of battle, stumbling at every step.

Beside the felled tree on the earth the forester was moving about: he held the thief beneath him, and was engaged in tying the man's hands behind his back with his girdle.

I stepped up.

The Wolf rose, and set him on his feet.

I beheld a peasant, soaked, in rags, with a long, disheveled beard.