拙译《木偶奇遇记》230331

He walked on, not knowing where he was going, for it was dark, so dark that not a thing was visible. Roundabout him, not a leaf stirred. A few bats skimmed his nose now and again and scared him half to death. Once or twice he shouted, "Who goes there?" and the far-away hills echoed back to him, "Who goes there? Who goes there? Who goes. . . ?" 他继续走，不知道自己去往何处，因为天色已暗，暗到伸手不见五指。在他周围，一片微微动弹的叶子都没有。几只蝙蝠偶尔掠过他的鼻子，吓得他个半死。他嚷了一两声，“谁在那？”远处的群山报以回声回应他，“谁在那？谁在那？谁在······？”