CHAPTER II.
"We shall never see him again," said Ruggiero, stopping at last and looking back over the stone wall he had just cleared.
Sebastiano listened intently.

He was not tall enough to see over, but his ears were sharp.
"I do not hear him any more," he answered.

"I hurt my hands on his nose," he added, thoughtfully, as he glanced at his bruised knuckles.
"So did I," returned his brother.

"He will remember us.

Come along--it is far to Scalea." "To Scalea?
Are we going to Scalea ?" "Eh! If not, where?
And where else can we eat?
Don Antonino will give us a piece of bread." "There are figs here," suggested Sebastiano, looking up into the trees around them.
"It has not rained yet, and if you eat figs from the tree before it has rained you will have pain.