That canal has now disappeared.
At a quarter before twelve I see Razetta, walking along leisurely.

I come out of the street with rapid strides, keeping near the wall to compel him to make room for me, and I strike a first blow on the head, and a second on his arm; the third blow sends him tumbling in the canal, howling and screaming my name.

At the same instant a Forlan, or citizen of Forli, comes out of a house on my left side with a lantern in his hand.

A blow from my cudgel knocks the lantern out of his grasp, and the man, frightened out of his wits, takes to his heels.

I throw away my stick, I run at full speed through the square and over the bridge, and while people are hastening towards the spot where the disturbance had taken place, I jump into the boat, and, thanks to a strong breeze swelling our sail, I get back to the fortress.