"Yes, wrong--but we will not quarrel about it! Have some more Chianti! Searching for brigands is thirsty work.

Fill your glasses, amici--spare not the flask--there are twenty more below stairs!" The officers smiled in spite of themselves, as they drank the proffered wine, and the youngest-looking of the party, a brisk, handsome fellow, entered into the spirit of the captain with ardor, though he evidently thought he should trap him into a confession unawares, by the apparent carelessness and bonhomie of his manner.
"Bravo, Andrea!" he cried, merrily.

"So! let us all be friends together! Besides, what harm is there in taking a brigand for a passenger--no doubt he would pay you better than most cargoes!" But Andrea was not to be so caught.

On the contrary; he raised his hands and eyes with an admirably feigned expression of shocked alarm.
"Our Lady and the saints forgive you!" he exclaimed, piously, "for thinking that I, an honest marinaro, would accept one baiocco from an accursed brigand! Ill-luck would follow me ever after! Nay, nay--there has been a mistake; I know nothing of Carmelo Neri, and I hope the saints will grant that I may never meet him!" He spoke with so much apparent sincerity that the officers in command were evidently puzzled, though the fact of their being so did not deter them from searching the brig thoroughly.

Disappointed in their expectations, they questioned all on board, including myself, but were of course unable to obtain any satisfactory replies.