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Franti took to his heels in a sorry plight, and Stardi stood still, with his face all scratched, and a black eye, but triumphant, beside his weeping sister, while some of the girls collected the books and copy-books which were strewn over the street. "Bravo, little fellow!" said the bystanders; "he defended his sister!"
"Ah, the infamous fellow! he has a knife!" shouted a man, rushing up to disarm Franti. But Stardi, beside himself with rage, had already grasped Franti's arm with both hands, and bestowed on the fist such a bite that the knife fell from it, and the hand began to bleed. More people had run up in the meantime, who separated them and set them on their feet.
They had been warned that a police boat with detectives on board had been dispatched from San Francisco to the cove. Luckily, they had managed to convey the fugitive Franti on board a coastwise schooner, Cara started as she remembered the one she had seen beating out of the Gate, and he was now safe from pursuit.
And even Nobis laughed, but not in a pleasant way. Monday, 15th. Nobis can be paired off with Franti: neither of them was affected this morning in the presence of the terrible sight which passed before their eyes.
But Franti had grown ferocious; he held out his leg; Stardi tripped and fell, and Franti on top of him. "Surrender!" "No!" "Surrender!" "No!" and in a flash Stardi recovered his feet, clasped Franti by the body, and, with one furious effort, hurled him on the pavement, and fell upon him with one knee on his breast.
To his surprise she burst into a peal of laughter. "I reckon not YET. Franti is Mark's name, not mine. Mine is Murano, Carlotta Murano. Good-by." She moved away, then stopped suddenly and said, "I'm comin' again some time when the thing is working," and with a nod of her head, ran away.
Franti burst into a derisive laugh, in the face of a soldier who was limping. But all at once he felt a man's hand on his shoulder: he turned round; it was the head-master. "Take care," said the master to him; "jeering at a soldier when he is in the ranks, when he can neither avenge himself nor reply, is like insulting a man who is bound: it is baseness." Franti disappeared.
She turned away a little awkwardly when he added, "But you haven't told me YOUR name, you know." "Cara." "Cara, that's 'dear' in Italian, isn't it?" he said, with a reminiscence of the opera and a half smile. "Yes," she said a little scornfully, "but it means Carlotta, Charlotte, you know. Some girls call me Charley," she said hurriedly. "I see Cara or Carlotta Franti."
But one morning Garrone jumped up and said, "The first person who touches Nelli will get such a box on the ear from me that he will spin round three times!" Franti paid no attention to him; the box on the ear was delivered: the fellow spun round three times, and from that time forth no one ever touched Nelli again. The master placed Garrone near him, on the same bench. They have become friends.
And there is another curious type, my neighbor on the left, Stardi small and thickset, with no neck, a gruff fellow, who speaks to no one, and seems not to understand much, but stands attending to the master without winking, his brow corrugated with wrinkles, and his teeth clenched; and if he is questioned when the master is speaking, he makes no reply the first and second times, and the third time he gives a kick: and beside him there is a bold, cunning face, belonging to a boy named Franti, who has already been expelled from another district.
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