"It is of me that they are in search," said Abellino; then advanced
a few steps, and whistled.

The ruffians stood still; they whispered together, and seemed to be
undecided.

Abellino whistled a second time.

"'Tis he," he could hear one of them say distinctly, and in a moment
after they advanced slowly towards him.

Abellino kept his place, but unsheathed his sword. The three
unknown (they were masked) stopped a few paces from him.

"How now, fellow!" quoth one of them; "what is the matter? Why
stand you on your guard?"

Abellino.--It is as well that you should be made to keep your
distance, for I know you; you are certain honest gentlemen, who live
by taking away the lives of others.

The First Ruffian.--Was not your whistling addressed to us?

Abellino.--It was.

A Ruffian.--And what would you with us?

Abellino.--Hear me! I am a miserable wretch, and starving; give me
an alms out of your booty!