A lot of poor fools and a heap of treasure were captured, but the head of the band, Fatia Negra, was suffered to escape.

And now, furious at his loss of treasure, he blackmails the whole region.

Nobody is safe here now,--only the day before yesterday he stopped and robbed the royal mails on the King's highroad." "Ho, ho! If he takes to those games, he'll soon get his teeth broken.

He won't venture to touch me though, I'll be bound." "I don't know about that Domnule.

He wears a mask and therefore has no need to blush or blanch at anything." "Does he ever look in here, or has he ever lodged with you ?" "No, my lord, I can safely say that he has never been here, to my great astonishment I must confess.