“My legs,” replied the young Englishman, thinking that a bold front might be best under the circumstances.
“Cospetto! I can tell that without asking. Such boots as yours don’t look much like the stirrup. But come, declare yourself. What have you got in your pockets; a scudi or two, I suppose. How much, signore?”
“Three scudi.”
“Hand them over.”
“Here they are—you are welcome to them.”
The brigand took the three coins, with as much nonchalance as if he had been receiving them in liquidation for some service rendered.
“This all?” he asked, again surveying the artist from head to foot.
“All I have got upon me.”
“But you have more in the cittada?”
“A little more.”