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Updated: June 2, 2025
And now, how do you mean to return to him for it occurs to me that although you may scale the walls easily enough, you won't be able to retrace your way to the house of the Jew who favoured your escape?" "Bacri had foreseen that," replied the youth, "and has arranged to meet and guide me from a street leading south from the Bagnio, which is known to both of us."
Arriving there too soon, he put up his horse, and, threading his way through the streets of the old town, soon found himself in front of the small and unpretending, though massive, portal of Bacri the Jew. He found the master of the house seated in the central court, or skiffa, drinking coffee with his wife and children.
"Bacri," he said, sitting down, while the master of the house stood respectfully before him, "thou knowest the object of my visit eh? Come, it is not the first time thou hast had to do with such as I. The plot thickens, Bacri, and thou must play thy part, willing or not willing. Say, how much is it to be?" "How much do you demand?" asked the Jew. The Aga rose and whispered in his ear.
But how came you to escape?" asked Bacri. Lucien related the circumstances of their escape, while his father dipped his head in the fountain, for the purpose, as he remarked, of cooling his brains. "And what is now to be done?" asked Mariano, with a look of perplexity.
"We had misjudged you, Bacri," said Francisco, extending his hand, as the Jew rose to depart. "We will lay your advice to heart; and we thank you, meanwhile, for coming to see us in this foul den, which I dislike less because of moisture and dirt these being familiar to me than because of the lively reptiles which hold their nightly revels in it."
Bacri ascended the trap-ladder and shut the door, leaving his friends in darkness which was made visible but not dispelled by a small lantern. They listened intently to his receding footsteps until the last faint echo left them in total silence.
"You here, Bacri!" he said. "Truly my fate is a hard one when it condemns me to be rescued by a dog of a Jew." "It might have been harder, Sidi Hassan, if it had condemned you to be slain by the hand of a Christian," replied the Jew, with an air of humility that scarcely harmonised with his towering height and his breadth of shoulder.
"What!" cried Mariano, anger mingling with his surprise, "do you stand idle at such a moment?" "You will miss your chance," returned Bacri, giving a glance and a nod towards the side of the vessel where the pirate captain stood ready to spring.
"Well, you will hear of her from Bacri. Good bye go!" He rang a bell as he spoke, and ordered the slave who answered the summons to lead Mariano to the abode of Bacri; at the same time he took his father's hand and conducted him to his office or bureau.
"My race is an accursed one as far as man is concerned, but man's curse is of no more value than his blessing." "If these arms were free, Bacri," retorted Francisco hotly, "I would teach thee that which would prove anything but a blessing to thy carcase, thou huge caitiff! I had thought better of thee than thou didst deserve. Go, thy bulky presence is distasteful."
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