they must be very small!" "Some big, some small." Said the hunter, and as he was in a hurry to catch up with his companions and go home, he made off at high speed.
Tartarin stood, stupefied, in the middle of the road.

Then after a moment of thought "Bah!" He said to himself, "These people are trying to have me on, they haven't shot anything." And he continued on his way.
Already the houses were becoming more scattered, the passers-by less frequent.

Night was falling.

Objects becoming less distinct....

He marched on for another half an hour, and then he stopped.