"And then?" quoth the youth, turning to Vranic.
"The waterspout will melt into rain."
"And what will happen to me?"
"To you? Why, nothing."
"I am frightened."
A vivid flash of lightning appeared, and the rumbling of the thunder now mingled itself with the roaring of the waters.
"Frightened of what?" said the captain.
"That man has the jettatura; I am sure he means mischief."
"What a coward you are! Do what I order you, or, by the Madonna——"
"What harm can befall you for stabbing a bit of paper?" said some of the sailors.