And the small boys on the bank stop and jeer at him, and pitch stones at him as he is pulled along past them, at the rate of four miles an hour, and can't get out.
Sur la berge les gosses s’arretent pour se moquer de lui et lui lancent des cailloux quand il passe devant eux, réduit a l’impuissance, a quelque six kilometres a l’heure.