for he was poor enchanted knight, who had never harmed anyone all

the days of his life; but what checked the clown was, not Sancho's

shouting, but seeing that Don Quixote did not stir hand or foot; and

so, fancying he had killed him, he hastily hitched up his tunic

under his girdle and took to his heels across the country like a deer.

By this time all Don Quixote's companions had come up to where he

lay; but the processionists seeing them come running, and with them

the officers of the Brotherhood with their crossbows, apprehended