"Furies!" he screamed, "I'll have the life of the villain who has done this! Mathias, out with your knife, man."
But the poor Greek was utterly cowed; the paint had destroyed all his senses save that of feeling, which was fully exercised.
Hunston, although severely scalded, managed to keep a certain proportion of his wits about him.
"Come, lads—quick, as you value your lives!" he exclaimed. "Away! we must not risk capture."
He endeavoured to drag them away.
At that moment, however, another actor appeared on the scene.
This was Nero.
That wide-awake member of the monkey tribe had been doomed to share Sunday's apartments, where a neat bed had been made for him in one corner.
Hearing a noise, and, perhaps missing his companion (brother, Jefferson said), he came down, carrying in his dexter paw a well-filled pillow.
He seemed to recognise Toro at once.