Come with me quietly.

I will send one of the workmen round the hill with you.

You must sleep at Trevi, and then get over the Serra as best you can." He ran his arm through the bridle of his horse and walked by his enemy's side.
"You will not give me up," moaned the wretched man.

"For the love of heaven do not betray me--I have come so far--I am so tired." "The wolves may make a meal of you, for all I care," returned Giovanni.
"I will not.

I give you my word that I will send you safely on, if you will stop this whining and behave like a man." At that moment Del Ferice was past taking offence, but for many a year afterwards the rough words rankled in his heart.