"You did the thing with a master's hand--you ran his throat through without touching the jugular artery or the spine." "Does he want to go on ?" asked Giovanni, so savagely that the three men stared at him.
"Do not be so bloodthirsty, Giovanni," said the old Prince, reproachfully.
"I should be justified in going back and killing him as he lies there," said the younger Saracinesca, fiercely.

"He nearly murdered me twice this morning." "That is true," said the Prince, "the dastardly brute!" "By the bye," said Spicca, lighting a cigarette, "I am afraid I have deprived you of the pleasure of dealing with the man who called himself Del Ferice's second.

I just took the opportunity of having a moment's private conversation with him--we disagreed, a little." "Oh, very well," growled the Prince; "as you please.

I daresay I shall have enough to do in taking care of Giovanni to-morrow.

That is a villanous bad scratch on his arm." "Bah! it is nothing to mention, save for the foul way it was given," said Giovanni between his teeth.
Once more old Saracinesca and Spicca crossed the ground.