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But Sprinkler made an effort to defend himself, too late! For he

was already bound fast in his own belt. However, he twisted

himself about and leapt up with such a spring that he fell back

on the breasts of the sleeping men and rolled over their heads;

he tossed like a pike, when it writhes on the sand, and roared

like a bear, for he had strong lungs. He roared: "Treachery!" At

once the whole company awoke and answered in chorus: "Treachery!

Violence! Treachery!"