With a howl of pain Peter doubled himself up, and Turkey fell upon him, and, heedless of his yells and cries, pommelled him severely.

Although they were now at some distance, too great for the distinguishing of words, I could hear that Turkey mingled admonition with punishment.

A little longer, and Peter crept past the window, a miserable mass of collapsed and unstrung impudence, his face bleared with crying, and his knuckles dug into his eyes.

And this was the boy I had chosen for my leader! He had been false to me, I said to myself; and the noble Turkey, seeing his behaviour through the window, had watched to give him his deserts.

My heart was full of gratitude.
Once more Turkey drew near the window.