"Where are they? Where are you that we can't see you?"
"I am up here."
"Bravo! And whom do you see?" Bersaglierino asked.
"I see the suet-eaters."
"Where are they?"
"Down there where there is a kind of slope there is a town hidden among the trees ... up here you can see a roof and the spire of a bell-tower ... you can see people on the roof ... you can see something glisten ... now they are firing."
This time there were several reports, but they seemed to be aiming in another direction, because there was not the usual whistle in the air.
"Whom are they 'strafing'?" Corporal Fanfara asked himself.
"I'll 'strafe' that scoundrel Pinocchio. If you don't come down alive I will bring you down dead with a bullet in the seat of your trousers."
"But listen! Look down there and see whom they're giving it to," cried the enraged Bersaglierino, pointing out a marching column which was hurrying below them.