—could be counted upon to pay fancy prices.
The Colonel, secure in his possession of Vittorio, took no part in the bargaining that was going on at the hotel steps, a few yards away, and all along the line of the garden wall. He was standing beside the iron railing, pulling at a contemplative cigar, and listening, with considerable relish, to the wrangling of the gondoliers, when he heard a voice just under the wall, saying: "Buona sera, Signore! It's Nanni."
The Colonel had not observed that one of the shadowy barks had glided close in under the wall at his feet.
"Why, Nanni!" he exclaimed; and reaching down over the railing he clasped a strong brown hand.
The man was standing at the stern of the gondola, steadying the oar with one hand. He had flung his hat to the floor of the boat, and as he stood there, bare-headed, the garden lights shining full upon his upturned face, he made a strik-
