The other male members of the party really troubled themselves very little about the brigands.
By ten o'clock, the day after the masquerade, hardly a person was stirring in the town.
A casual observer would have said there was literally no one to be seen. But hush!
Soft, cautious footsteps may be heard, and anyone whose eyes are accustomed to the gloom might have seen three figures creeping quietly down the street on the side opposite the hotel. Right over against that building they paused.
"That is the place" said one of the three, a giant almost in size.
"Curse them! they always manage to get comfortable quarters, while I am an outcast," said another, who spoke like an Englishman.
"Death, gentlemen! what better quarters can you desire than my cave, in which you have spent several pleasant evenings?"
"Bah! Captain Mathias, you have never tasted the sweets of civilisation."
"And, Signor Hunstani, how much the better are you through having tasted those sweets?"
"Peace, peace!" growled the giant. "Let us unite in thought and action, and to-night obtain our long-sought revenge."