At the same time he heard Federigo say, in a voice trembling with vindictive passion-- "Take that for Paolina, you hound!" The object of his cupidity, the belt of money, had saved Salve, who now felled him to the ground with a blow that sent him rolling over the embankment into the sea.
"Help! help!" came up to him from the water.
"You shall have it," replied Salve, derisively, "for our fine friendship's sake.

Throw up your knife, though, first;" and he made a noose in his handkerchief then to reach down to him.

"You and your owl of a sister," he muttered as he did so, "have taught me a thing or two.
I should only have had exactly what I deserved if I had been both stuck and plundered, after being fool enough to put faith for one moment in you or any one else." "Now, up with you!" When he saw Federigo's form scrambling up over the edge, he said, scornfully, "Now then, at last we part.

Good-bye, my old and faithful friend!" With that he went his way, and heard the Brazilian screaming and stamping with rage down on the dam behind him in the dark..