I went forth into the recommencing storm, utterly unconscious of its rage and equally indifferent to fate.

My comrade, who had no life to lose but his own, and who of that was recklessly prodigal, provided he could dispose of it to good account, stepped blithely along and uttered no complaint, although he left behind him traces marked with blood.

His terrible indifference soon restored my self-possession, and we found shelter for the night in a house near the spot designated for the next day's interview.

Just as we arrived there, the chief magistrate and police had completed a search of the house.

We entered as they retired, told who we were, and claimed hospitality, which we readily obtained.