"And Zio, I want my mammina."
"Cuor mio, I am going to look for your mammina now. When I find her I shall fetch her to you."
"That's right, as soon as she knows we want her she'll come, won't she, Zio?"
"Sicuro!" answered Ferrati cheerfully—Would he be able to find her though, and would it be in time?
It seemed that the two women read his thoughts for they exchanged a significant glance.
Ferrati, however, had not far to go, for as he descended the stairs he met Ragna coming up, alarm and anxiety writ large on her face, though her eyes were still starry and her cheeks aflame with the joy of the afternoon.
"Are they—tell me, are they—?" she gasped.
"They are not badly hurt," he said soothingly.
"Let me by, let me go to them!" her breath came in swift pants, her bosom heaved.
He took her arm firmly.