Amen! Amen!" "Amen!" responded, in wild chorus, a hundred voices; and the scattered and straggling groups pressed up the street, nearer and nearer to the horseman.
"And that he may be known," continued the Englishman's strange protector, "to the eye and to the ear, I place around him the white sash, and I give him the sacred watchword, 'Peace to the Brave.' Signor, when you wear this sash, the proudest in these parts will bare the head and bend the knee.

Signor, when you utter this watchword, the bravest hearts will be bound to your bidding.

Desire you safety, or ask you revenge--to gain a beauty, or to lose a foe,--speak but the word, and we are yours: we are yours! Is it not so, comrades ?" And again the hoarse voices shouted, "Amen, Amen!" "Now, signor," whispered the bravo, "if you have a few coins to spare, scatter them amongst the crowd, and let us be gone." Glyndon, not displeased at the concluding sentence, emptied his purse in the streets; and while, with mingled oaths, blessings, shrieks, and yells, men, women, and children scrambled for the money, the bravo, taking the rein of the horse, led it a few paces through the village at a brisk trot, and then, turning up a narrow lane to the left, in a few minutes neither houses nor men were visible, and the mountains closed their path on either side.

It was then that, releasing the bridle and slackening his pace, the guide turned his dark eyes on Glyndon with an arch expression, and said,-- "Your Excellency was not, perhaps, prepared for the hearty welcome we have given you." "Why, in truth, I OUGHT to have been prepared for it, since the signor, to whose house I am bound, did not disguise from me the character of the neighbourhood.

And your name, my friend, if I may so call you ?" "Oh, no ceremonies with me, Excellency.