Hillard caught the gondola by the rail and clung. The canal, lined with a dozen lime barges, became so narrow that Achille could scarce paddle, and Pompeo's oar was useless, being partly under the opposing gondola. The race was over.
"Signorina," said Pompeo, boiling with rage, "shall I call the police?"
"No, Pompeo," said his solitary passenger.
When Merrihew saw that she was alone, his heart became heavy, and the joy of the chase was gone. But not so with Hillard. At last!
"To the Campo, Pompeo. Mr. Hillard, will you kindly follow? I would speak to you alone, since there is no escape."
Her tone chilled Hillard's ardor somewhat. But to speak to her again, and mayhap see her face!
"Doesn't want the police," whispered Merrihew. "I told you so. Look out for yourself."
The gondolas became free presently, and the way to the Campo Formosa was made without further incident.
"She wishes to see me alone, Dan. You stay in the boat, I'll find out where Kitty is."
The gondolas became moored. Hillard jumped out and went to assist La Signorina, but she ignored his outstretched hand. This was not a promising beginning.