CHAPTER XIX
Hans and Finn were driving in the woods, when a little stray dog ran under the wheel and was badly hurt.
They both jumped out of the carriage. Hans knelt on the ground and took the gasping dog in his arms:
“Give me your pocket-handkerchief,” he said.
Not receiving it at once, he looked up, impatiently.
Finn did not stir.
He stood leaning over the dog and looking into its glazed eyes with a great, deep, strange glance. He was not thinking whether it was an animal or a human being, whether it could be saved or whether he himself could do anything....