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Carlo spoke a stern word in an undertone; counselling him to be gone. "If you will not what was she to do?" Barto cut the question to interrogate his strayed wits. "Look at me, Countess Alessandra. I was in the prison. I heard that my Rosellina had a tight heart. She cried for her master, poor heathen, and I sprang out of the walls to her.
Barto told us how the battle was fought, and the name of the young lieutenant who discovered the enemy's flank march, and got the artillery down on him, and pounded him so that signore, it's amazing! I'm ready to cry, and laugh, and howl! fifteen thousand men capitulated in a heap!"
Blount, and here you've got me on the run the first crack out of the box!" This time Blount's smile was entirely conciliatory. "Don't let that little misfire in the Lost Mountain foot-hills embarrass you, Mr. Hathaway. I assure you I'm not at all vindictive." "All right," said the visitor, only too willing to dismiss the Jack Barto incident and the forced awkwardness of the pretended surprise.
After that I shall deal with you. Mark me! I have you: I am swifter on foot, and I am stronger. Come quietly. Barto smiled in grim contempt. 'Keep your foot fast on that stone, you're a prisoner, he replied, and seeing Ammiani coming, 'Net him, my sling-stone! my serpent! he signalled to his wife, who threw herself right round Ammiani in a tortuous twist hard as wire-rope.
The latter, springing with boyish thankfulness and pride at the easy earning of them, threw in a few additional facts, as, that he had been taken for a spy by the conspirators, and had heard one of the Englishmen mention the Signorina Vittoria's English name. Barto Rizzo lifted his eyebrows queerly. "We'll go through another interrogatory in an hour," he said; "stop here till I return."
Ammiani was moving over to her to seize and denounce the traitress, when he beheld another figure like an apparition by her side; but this one was not a whitecoat. Had it risen from the earth? It was earthy, for a cloud of dust was about it, and the woman gave a stifled scream. 'Barto! Barto! she cried, pressing upon her eyelids. A strong husky laugh came from him.
The marketplace resounded with a clapping of hands; for it was here that Checco came daily to eat figs, and it was known that the 'povero, the dear half-witted creature, would not tolerate an intruder in the place where he stretched his limbs to peel and suck in the gummy morsels twice or thrice a day. Barto seized and shook him.
Blount tell you that I was here?" "She did so; but she couldn't tell me much more. Say, son, how on top of earth did you happen to blow in at midnight, with Jack Barto for your herd leader?" "It's a fairy tale, and you won't believe it of a Blount," was the laughing reply. "I left Boston Monday, and should have reached the capital last night.
"This Countess d'Isorella is opposed to Carlo's marriage at present. She says that she is betraying the king's secrets, and has no reliance on a woman. As a woman you will pardon her, for it is the language of your sex. You are also denounced by Barto Rizzo, a madman he went mad as fire, and had to be chained at Varese.
"By whose orders did you do it?" he demanded. "Th' boss's." "Mr. Hathaway?" "Not on yer life; it was the big boss this time." Blount's quick glance aside at his companion was a wordless "I told you so!" and then to Barto: "Well, now that you have stopped us, what's next?" The outlaw grinned again and kicked his horse a little nearer. "I'm a-holdin' you up sure enough this time, Mr.
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