"Yes."
"Well?"
"If you are going to her, I suppose you know her name, too."
"Can't you answer a question?" said Vranic, snappishly.
"She's the Diana."
"From?"
"Genoa, I believe."
"And bound?"
"To Naples; but Italian ships don't take Slavs on board," said the lad.
Vranic did not give him any answer.