"What's your name ?" "What! don't you remember me, Ors' Anton'?
I who have so often taken you up behind me on that biting mule of mine! You don't remember Polo Griffo?
I'm an honest fellow, though, and with the della Rebbia, body and soul.

Say but the word, and when that big gun of yours speaks, this old musket of mine, as old as its master, shall not be dumb.

Be sure of that, Ors' Anton'!" "Well, well! But be off with you now, in the devil's name, and let us go on our way!" At last the herdsmen departed, trotting rapidly off toward the village, but they stopped every here and there, at all the highest spots on the road, as though they were looking out for some hidden ambuscade, always keeping near enough to Orso and his sister to be able to come to their assistance if necessary.

And old Polo Griffo said to his comrades: "I understand him! I understand him! He'll not say what he means to do, but he'll do it! He's the born image of his father.

Ah! you may say you have no spite against any one, my boy! But you've made your vow to Saint Nega.[*] Bravo! I wouldn't give a fig for the mayor's hide--there won't be the makings of a wineskin in it before the month is out!" [*] This saint is not mentioned in the calendar.