Then, in spite of the failure of his first search, he began a second, after having told Gaetano to roast one of the two kids.

The second visit was a long one, and when he returned the kid was roasted and the repast ready.

Franz was sitting on the spot where he was on the previous evening when his mysterious host had invited him to supper; and he saw the little yacht, now like a sea-gull on the wave, continuing her flight towards Corsica.

"Why," he remarked to Gaetano, "you told me that Signor Sinbad was going to Malaga, while it seems he is in the direction of Porto-Vecchio." "Don't you remember," said the patron, "I told you that among the crew there were two Corsican brigands ?" "True; and he is going to land them," added Franz.
"Precisely so," replied Gaetano.

"Ah, he is one who fears neither God nor Satan, they say, and would at any time run fifty leagues out of his course to do a poor devil a service." "But such services as these might involve him with the authorities of the country in which he practices this kind of philanthropy," said Franz.
"And what cares he for that," replied Gaetano with a laugh, "or any authorities?
He smiles at them.