The cat ruffed up his back. It was cold next the body, and he sought the sunshine again.
Johannes saw Pluizer take a knife, examine it carefully, and approach the bed with it.
Then Johannes shook off his stupor. Before Pluizer could reach the bed he was standing in front of him.
"What are you going to do?" he asked. His eyes were wide open with horror.
"We are going to find out what it was," said Pluizer.
"No!" said Johannes; and his voice was as deep as a man's.
"What does that mean?" asked Pluizer, with a grim glare. "Can you prevent me? Do you not know how strong I am?"
"You shall not!" said Johannes. He set his teeth and drew in a deep breath, looked steadily at Pluizer, and tried to stay his hand.
But Pluizer persisted. Then Johannes seized his wrists, and wrestled with him.
Pluizer was strong, he knew. He never yet had opposed him; but he struggled on with a fixed purpose.