"Never mind, Gaspare!" said Maurice.
He put his hand on the boy's shoulder.
"To-morrow I'll give you the same," he whispered.
"And now," he added, aloud, "let's go to bed. I've been rowing Maddalena round the island and I'm tired. I shall sleep like a top."
As they went up the steep path he took Salvatore familiarly by the arm.
"You are too clever, Salvatore," he said. "You play too well for Gaspare."
Salvatore chuckled and handled the five-lire notes voluptuously.
"Cci basu li manu!" he said. "Cci basu li manu!"