"What has happened? Who are they? Where are they? What have they done to you?" cried a hundred voices at a time.
"There is no one here now; I am much obliged to you.—Return to your houses."
"But who has been here? Where have they gone? What has happened?"
"Bad people, bad people, who wander about in the night; but they have all fled.—Return to your houses. I thank you for your kindness." So saying, he retired and shut the window. There was a general murmur of disappointment through the crowd. Some laughed, some swore, some shrugged up their shoulders and went home; but at this moment a person came running towards them, panting and breathless. He lived at the house opposite to the cottage of Lucy, and had witnessed from the window the alarm of the bravoes, when Griso endeavoured to collect them in the court-yard. When he recovered breath, he cried, "What do you do here, friends? The devil is not here, he is down at the house of Agnes Mondella. Armed people are in it. It seems they wish to murder a pilgrim; but who knows what the devil it is?"
"What! what! what!" And then began a tumultuous conversation. "Let us go. How many are there? How many are we? Who are they?—The constable! the constable!"
"I am here," replied the constable, from the midst of the crowd, "I am here, but you must assist me; you must obey.—Quick;—where is the sexton? To the bell, to the bell. Quick; some one run to Lecco to ask for succour.—Come this way." The tumult was great, and as they were about to depart for the cottage of Agnes, another messenger came flying, and exclaimed, "Run, friends;—robbers who are carrying off a pilgrim. They are already out of the village! On! on! this way."
In obedience to this command they moved in a mass, without waiting the orders of their leader, towards the cottage of Lucy. While the army advances, many of those at the head of the column, slacken their pace, not unwilling to leave the post of honour to their more adventurous
