battered joints, "the fellow is our master! Cinthia, take care to
give him our best chamber."

"He must have made a compact with the devil!" grumbled Thomaso, and
forced his dislocated wrist back into its socket.

No one seemed inclined to hazard a second trial of strength. The
night was far advanced, or rather the grey morning already was
visible over the sea. The banditti separated, and each retired to
his chamber.



CHAPTER IV: THE DAGGERS.



Abellino, this Italian Hercules, all terrible as he appeared to be,
was not long a member of this society before his companions felt
towards him sentiments of the most unbounded esteem. All loved, all
valued him, for his extraordinary talents for a bravo's trade, to
which he seemed peculiarly adapted, not only by his wonderful
strength of body, but by the readiness of his wit, and his never-
failing presence of mind. Even Cinthia was inclined to feel some
little affection for him, but--he really was too ugly.

Matteo, as Abellino was soon given to understand, was the captain of
this dangerous troop. He was one who carried villainy to the
highest pitch of refinement, incapable of fear, quick and crafty,
and troubled with less conscience than a French financier. The