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The sudden mention of Sicily was like a touch upon an exposed nerve. "I was in Sicily twice," he said, slowly. "Then perhaps you can help me, after all. I recalled some sort of experience you had over there with the Mafia, and took a chance." The Chief drew from his pocket a note-book which he consulted. "Did you ever hear of a Sicilian named Narcone? Gian Narcone?"
Oliveta's lips writhed into a tortured smile. "Never fear, I shall place the loop about his neck where my arms have lain. He has told me little, for I feared to listen. But wait! Give me time." Vittoria cried in a shocked voice: "Child! Not that," "It was from him I learned of Gian Narcone and his other friends; now I shall learn from his own mouth the whole truth.
No one answered for a moment, but at length the brigand who held Blake's hands pinioned at his back with a sash or scarf ventured to suggest: "I am not so sure he is injured. We pulled him down first; he may only be frightened." "There was to be no shooting," growled the leader of the band. "Eh? But you saw for yourself. There was nothing else to do," said Narcone. "That Ricardo was an old wolf."
I think we will convict them for something or other, however; at any rate, we have broken up this gang, even though we have lost the two men we most desired. Narcone went to Naples. He may be there now, he may be in any part of Italy, or he may even be in your own America, for all I know. And this mysterious Cardi is probably with him.
The prospect of this trip into the Italian quarter with the probability of encountering Narcone turned him cold and sick. His hands were like ice and the muscles of his back were twitching nervously; he could feel his heart pound as he let his thoughts have free play. But these symptoms were only too familiar; he had conquered them too many times to think of weakening.
We came South in answer to the call of our blood, and I took up a work of love instead of hate, while Oliveta found a new interest in this man, who was wonderful and strong and fierce in his devotion to her. I attained to that peace for which I had prayed. Then, when I was nearly ready for my vows, my foster sister learned of Gian Narcone and came to me.
He cannot stand." Some one else explained, "It is indeed the American, but he is wounded." "Let me finish the work; he has seen too much," said the first speaker, roughly. "No, no! He is the American. Do you not understand?" "Remember the order, Narcone," cautioned another.
I shall come back, if I may." He rose as the old man shuffled down the path, and went in search of the Donna Teresa, for he was determined to offer every discouragement in his power to what struck him as an extremely rash and perilous course. Men like Belisario Cardi, or Narcone the Butcher, would hesitate no more in attacking a woman than a man.
"Nonsense! Be not always a bear. We are three armed men. I fancy Narcone, nay, even our dreadful Cardi himself, would scarcely dare molest us." Ferara merely grunted and continued to hold his place abreast of his employer. Norvin observed that he carried his rifle across his saddle-bow, and involuntarily shifted the strap of his own weapon so that it might be ready in case of an emergency.
Carbineers and soldiers came pouring into Terranova and San Sebastiano. They scoured the mountains and patrolled the roads; they searched the houses and farms, the valleys and thickets, and as the days dragged on, proving the futility of their efforts, still more carbineers arrived. But no trace of Cardi, of Narcone, or of the other outlaws was discovered.
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