"Is there no danger of highwaymen ?" "Bad men are to be feared everywhere," replied the young man; "but as for highway robbers, they are much more to be apprehended by those travelling with valises and trunks than by the tourist that simply carries a satchel slung over his shoulder, as I intend to do.

In my student days I used to tramp over these mountains in every direction, and the brigands never molested me.

Whenever I fell in with a band I used to group the men together and sketch them.

Artists have nothing to fear from gentlemen of the road." "And besides, we are two able-bodied men, and I always carry a brace of pistols--don't you ?" spoke up the advocate, his professional zeal kindling at the prospect of stealing a march on the enemy.
"I carry no weapons of any kind," calmly replied the artist.
"Oh, I fear no harm from bad men," exclaimed the princess; "there is but one bad man whom we need to dread." The others easily guessed to whom she referred; but Gabriel Zimandy was bent on making her meaning still plainer.
"He'd better not follow us into the mountains!" he cried, "for if the young rogue falls into my hands he'll wish he'd never been born.

Lucky for him he took our friend's gentle hint; had he kept his seat a moment longer there would have been serious trouble." "Ha, ha!" laughed Madam Dormandy; "how surprised he will be when he fails to find us at Ancona and is obliged to journey on by diligence with our baggage, but without us!" "We shall be hurrying on ahead of him over these grand old mountains," added the princess, with enthusiasm, her cheeks glowing in pleased anticipation.