"No? Well, then, let it be no. Am I not right, children? But
perhaps something strange came over you--it happens with people--
suddenly a red mist will get into a man's head, the beast will begin
to howl in his breast, and-- In such cases one word is enough--"

"No, Philipp did not say anything to me. He passed along the road,
when I jumped out from behind a large rock and stuck a knife into his
throat. He had no time even to be scared. But if you like--"
Haggart surveys the fishermen with his eyes irresolutely--"I feel a
little sorry for him. That is, just a little. Did he make this toy?"

The abbot lowers his head sternly. And Desfoso shouts again, amidst
sobs of approval from the others:

"No! Abbot, you better ask him what he was doing at the church.
Dan saw them from the window. Wouldn't you tell us what you and your
accursed sailor were doing at the church? What were you doing there?
Speak."

Haggart looks at the speaker steadfastly and says slowly:

"I talked with the devil."

A muffled rumbling follows. The abbot jumps from his place and
roars furiously:

"Then let him sit on your neck! Eh, Pierre, Jules, tie him down as
fast as you can until morning. And the other one, too. And in the
morning--in the morning, take him away to the city, to the Judges. I