“I have heard that there is honor among thieves,” muttered Sanderson.
“What does he say?” asked the chief suspiciously.
“What did you say, signor?” inquired the interpreter.
“I said that you looked like men of honor.”
“That is well. You will not be disappointed.”
In half an hour Walter Cunningham was on his way to Naples. The door was again bolted on the outside, and Bernard and Amos Sanderson were left to their reflections.
“This ain’t exactly cheerful, Bernard,” said Amos. “Here we are, free born American citizens, locked up as if we were criminals. It ain’t very creditable to any country to have such things going on. I’d like to have a short interview with the king of Italy.”
“What would you say to him?”
“What would I say? I’d give him a piece of my mind. I’d tell him that he didn’t know how to govern.”
“Probably he can’t stop this brigandage.”