All your crimes, your treacheries, your bloody cruelties are now to be visited upon you.
Ha! scream! pray! but no power in earth can save you.

Aha! for this joy I have waited long! See, I now light this train.

In one moment you will be in hell." He deliberately struck a match.

A slight puff of wind blew it out.
Once more he struck a match.

A cry broke forth from Kalman.
"Stop! stop! Malkarski, do not commit this crime!" "What is he doing ?" said the Sergeant, pulling his pistol.
"He is going to blow the man up!" groaned Kalman.
The Sergeant levelled his pistol.
"Here, you man," he cried, "stir in your tracks and you are dead!" Malkarski laughed scornfully at him and proceeded to strike his third match.