"Join your lord; you are three men,--we six, armed to the teeth.

Thank our mercy that we spare your lives.

Go!" The men gave way, dismayed.

The driver remounted.

"Cut the traces of their carriage and the bridles of their horses," said Zicci, as he entered the vehicle containing Isabel, and which now drove on rapidly, leaving the discomfited ravisher in a state of rage and stupor impossible to describe.
"Allow me to explain this mystery to you," said Zicci.