The man pointed inland.
"Do you see that belt of white road there, leading up into the hills?"
"Yes; what about it?"
"Have you noticed anything pass along it?"
"There was a heavy cart or carriage and some mules, I think, went by half an hour ago."
The native shrugged his shoulders.
"It was an hour, Signor, but no matter! Step back with me into the shadow of those olive trees. That is better. Now we cannot be seen, and I will explain."
The Englishman beat the ground with his foot.
"Explanations be damned!" he exclaimed. "Where is Mademoiselle Cartuccio? Quick!"
The man held up his hands, and spoke more rapidly.