I stretched out and did what he asked.
“Good,” said Mattia; “nothing broken.”
“What happened?”
“You jumped from the train as we told you, but the shock stunned you, and you rolled into a ditch. When you didn’t come, Bob left the cart, crept down the hill, and carried you back in his arms. We thought you were dead. Oh, Remi, I was afraid.”
I stroked his hand. “And the policeman?” I asked.
“The train went on; it didn’t stop.”
My eyes again fell on the ugly yellow dog that was looking at me with eyes that resembled Capi’s. But Capi was white…
“What dog is that?” I asked.
Before Mattia could reply the ugly little animal had jumped on me, licking me furiously and whining.
“It’s Capi; we dyed him!” cried Mattia, laughing.