Every broken stick, every bent blade of grass on the ground spoke to Tobin , telling him where the bandits were headed.

地上每一根折断的树枝，每一根弯曲的草叶，都在告诉托宾，土匪们往哪里去了。

As a fact, my good master's nose, formerly big and red, was nothing now but a bent blade, livid like lead.

事实上，我好主人的鼻子，从前又大又红，现在只不过是弯曲的刀片，像铅一样铁青。