It was rather late when the surgeon put in an appearance. On his road up he had met with an adventure of his own. He had been stopped by Giocanto Castriconi, who, with the most scrupulous politeness, called on him to come and attend a wounded man. He had been conducted to Orso's retreat, and had applied the first dressings to his wound. The bandit had then accompanied the doctor some distance on his way, and had greatly edified him by his talk concerning the most celebrated professors at Pisa, whom he described as his intimate friends.
"Doctor," said the theologian, as they parted, "you have inspired me with such a feeling of respect that I think it hardly necessary to remind you that a physician should be as discreet as a confessor." And as he said the words he clicked the trigger of his gun. "You have quite forgotten the spot at which we have had the honour of meeting.
Fare you well! I'm delighted to have made your acquaintance."
Colomba besought the colonel to be present at the post-mortem examination.
"You know my brother's gun better than anybody," she said, "and your presence will be most valuable. Besides there are so many wicked people here that we should run a great risk if there were nobody present to protect our interests."
When she was left alone with Miss Lydia, she complained that her head ached terribly, and proposed that they should take a walk just outside the village.
"The fresh air will do me good," she said. "It is so long since I've been out of doors."
As they walked along she talked about her brother, and Miss Lydia, who found the subject tolerably interesting, did not notice that they had travelled a long way from Pietranera. The sun was setting when she became aware of this fact, and she begged Colomba to return. Colomba said she knew a cross-cut which would greatly shorten the walk back, and turning out of the path, she took another, which seemed much less frequented. Soon she began to climb a hill, so steep that to keep her balance she was continually obliged to catch hold of branches with one hand, while she pulled her companion up after her with the other.
After about twenty minutes of this trying ascent, they found themselves on a small plateau, clothed with arbutus and myrtle, growing round great granite boulders that jutted above the soil in every direction. Miss Lydia was very tired, there was no sign of the village, and it was almost quite dark.
"Do you know, Colomba, my dear," she said, "I'm afraid we've lost our way!"
"No fear!" answered Colomba. "Let us get on. You follow me."
"But I assure you we're going wrong. The village can't be over there.
I'm certain we're turning our backs on it. Why, look at those lights, far away. Pietranera must be in that direction."
"My dear soul," said Colomba, and she looked very much agitated, "you're perfectly right. But in the /maquis/--less than a hundred yards from here--"
"Well?"
"My brother is lying. If you choose, I might see him, and give him one kiss."
Miss Nevil made a gesture of astonishment.
"I got out of Pietranera without being noticed," continued Colomba, "because I was with you, otherwise I should have been followed. To be so close to him, and not to see him! Why shouldn't you come with me to see my poor brother? You would make him so happy!"
"But, Colomba-- That wouldn't be at all proper on my part----"
"I see. With you women who live in towns, your great anxiety is to be proper. We village women only think of what is kind."
"But it's so late! And then what will your brother think of me?"
"He'll think his friends have not forsaken him, and that will give him courage to bear his sufferings."
"And my father? He'll be so anxious!"
"He knows you are with me. Come! Make up your mind. You were looking at his picture this morning," she added, with a sly smile.
"No! Really and truly, I don't dare, Colomba! Think of the bandits who are there."
"Well, what matter? The bandits don't know you. And you were longing to see some."
"Oh, dear!"
"Come, signorina, settle something. I can't leave you alone here. I don't know what might happen to you. Let us go on to see Orso, or else let us go back to the village together. I shall see my brother again.
God knows when--never, perhaps!"
"What's that you are saying, Colomba? Well, well, let us go! But only for a minute, and then we'll get home at once."
Colomba squeezed her hand, and without making any reply walked on so quickly that Miss Lydia could hardly keep up with her. She soon halted, luckily, and said to her companion:
"We won't go any farther without warning them. We might have a bullet flying at our heads."
She began to whistle through her fingers. Soon they heard a dog bark, and the bandits' advanced sentry shortly came in sight. This was our old acquaintance Brusco, who recognised Colomba at once and undertook to be her guide. After many windings through the narrow paths in the /maquis/ they were met by two men, armed to the teeth.
"Is that you, Brandolaccio?" inquired Colomba. "Where is my brother?"
"Just over there," replied the bandit. "But go quietly. He's asleep, and for the first time since his accident. Zounds, it's clear that where the devil gets through, a woman will get through too!"
