How he has wrapped it up!" Trying to untie the string and turning to the window, to the light (all her windows were shut, in spite of the stifling heat), she left him altogether for some seconds and stood with her back to him.

He unbuttoned his coat and freed the axe from the noose, but did not yet take it out altogether, simply holding it in his right hand under the coat.

His hands were fearfully weak, he felt them every moment growing more numb and more wooden.

He was afraid he would let the axe slip and fall....

A sudden giddiness came over him.
"But what has he tied it up like this for ?" the old woman cried with vexation and moved towards him.
He had not a minute more to lose.