"You are right, Monsieur Dalny," agreed the young ensign. "Let us waste little time in getting away from this part of Naples."
No walk could have been too brisk, just then, for Dalny. He was not a coward in all things, but he felt a deadly terror of cold steel.
In addition, this international plotter had, just then, a lively conviction that friends of the men whom these American officers had handled so roughly might, if they overtook him, feel a decided thirst for vengeance upon the man who had led such giants against the bravos of the Strada di Mara.
"Why are you looking back so often?" Dave asked, as the three gained the next corner.
"To see if we are pursued," confessed Dalny.
"That is prudent," Darrin smiled, "yet hardly necessary."
"What do you mean?" asked the international plotter.
"Dave shot out his right hand."
"Because," explained Dan, grinning, "the only bravos who have any reason to be afraid of us to-night are those who might get in front of us. Those who keep behind us will have every chance to get away unharmed."