When Ristabilito stopped, Ciávola said—
“Well, let’s go away!”
“If you’ll stay to have supper——” began Mastro Peppe, somewhat constrainedly.
“No, no, my dear boy,” interrupted Ciávola, as he turned towards the door, “you do as Pelagge tells you, and salt the pig.”
As the two friends walked along the road Ristabilito said to Ciávola—
“Compare, shall we steal that pig to-night?”
“How?” said Ciávola.
“I know how, if they leave it where it was when we saw it.”
“Well, let’s do it. But, then?” said Ciávola.
The other’s whole face lit up, and fairly vibrated with a grin of delight.