As soon as he regained the use of his senses, he said, trembling and stuttering from fright: "Where did that voice come from, when there is no one around? Might it be that this piece of wood has learned to weep and cry like a child? I can hardly believe it. Here it is - a piece of common firewood, good only to burn in the stove, the same as any other. Yet - might someone be hidden in it? If so, the worse for him. I'll fix him!"