Hunston feared to shock their superstitious susceptibilities, and so he followed them in silence.
* * * * *
For several hours she was left to her meditations.
And when, some hours later in the day, Hunston returned to the spot, the three graves were filled in.
Over those of the two unhappy lads some pious hands had raised a rough wooden cross.
"The first to taste our vengeance," muttered Hunston.
"May the others soon follow," said a voice at his elbow.
He started.
It was Toro.
"This is the turn of our luck," said the Italian, exultingly.