“If they dare injure him they’ll suffer for it!” cried the Englishman. “If they are wise, they’ll set him free without delay. I hope they do keep the girl, for he’s crazy over her, and I can’t swear he wouldn’t be foolish enough to marry her.”
Dick turned in disgust from Camberwell to the driver, who stood looking down mournfully at the dead horse.
“Can you speak English?” asked Merriwell.
“I spik it well,” was the answer.
“Who attacked you here?”
“It was Donatus.”
“Who is Donatus?”
“You never hear of him?”
“No.”
“He outlaw. One time Suliote chief. Price on his head.”