his tongue spoke, and he had no wish to come in collision with this son of the lava of Ætna.
Musa looked from one to the other doubtfully. She was sorry to see Daniello Villamagna there.
'You will let me have your boat,' she said, in a low tone imploringly to the man of Telamone. 'Pray let me have it. It will be quite safe with me, and I will give you silver for its use.'
'Oh no; that I cannot anyhow,' said the man; 'I go out to-night—I have promised my son.'
'My brig is off the stagno; she cannot come in, there is no draught for her. But if you will come out to her she shall land you where you choose,' said the Sicilian.
'I can hire a boat on the stagno,' said Musa, and she turned away from them both and began to make her way back to the port, pausing at a butcher's stall to buy some sound fresh meat, as the chemist had bade her do.
The Sicilian sailor followed her; he looked amidst the yellow faces and the yellow sands of Orbetello like a native of
