My duty is to look out for ze Ving-and-Ving, and yours to look out for the town.
Should the stranger actually enter the bay and bring his broadside to bear on this steep hill, there is not a chamber window that will not open on the muzzles of his guns.

You will grant me permission to haul into the inner harbor, where we shall be sheltered by the buildings from his shot, and then perhaps it will be well enough to send my people into the nearest battery.

I look for bloodshed and confusion ere long." All this was said with so much apparent sincerity that it added to the podesta's mystification.

Calling a neighbor to him, he sent the latter up the hill with a message to Andrea Barrofaldi, and then he hurried down toward the port, it being much easier for him, just at that moment, to descend than to ascend.

Raoul kept at his side, and together they reached the water's edge.
The podesta was greatly addicted to giving utterance to any predominant opinion of the moment, being one of those persons who _feel_ quite as much as they _think_.