"I won't move, sir!" she cried loudly, "I see you have a big gun and I
am all alone." She spoke in Italian, but the Austrian seemed to
understand.

"What are you doing prowling around here at this time of day?" he
demanded angrily, speaking to her in her own language.

"Oh, sir, I am lost," Lucia replied, not daring to look below her. "My
goat wandered away in the storm and I came out to find her, and now I
am very, very far away from home."

She walked towards the man as she spoke. She was terrified for fear he
would discover the cave below her.

"Where did you sleep?" he demanded.

"Oh, I have not slept, sir. See my dress it is wet from the rain,
there is no shelter anywhere, and the wind and the rain frightened me
so I did not know where I was, and I was afraid to stay still."

The Austrian eyed her suspiciously.

"Why didn't you go to the soldiers and ask for shelter?" he inquired
harshly.

"The soldiers?" Lucia's brown eyes opened wide in surprise. "But
there are no soldiers near here. They are miles away with the guns.
How could I reach them? My home is over there," she pointed in the
opposite direction from the cave, "and I think I will go back to it,
now that it is day."

"Oh, no, you won't," the Austrian replied. "You'll come with me."

"But why, what have I done?" Lucia inquired.

"That's not the point," the soldier replied. "You're an Italian, and
if I let you go you'll run home and tell all the troops in the town
that I was here. Oh, no, my little lady, we can't allow that--you're
coming along with me."

His lordly tone and the sneer on his lips infuriated Lucia. She
thought all danger of his discovering the cave was over, so she replied
angrily. "And suppose I won't come? Don't think you can frighten me,
for you can't. I tell you, I won't go a step with you."

The Austrian was about to reply, when a sound that had been so welcome
only a few hours ago struck terror to Lucia's ears.

"Naa, Naa!"

"What's that?" the soldier jumped nervously. He was startled and
frightened. Lucia saw it and her own courage returned.

"My goat," she said as Garibaldi appeared above the rock.

Lucia ran to him.

"My pet, here you are, I have found you at last. Where have you been?
you are a bad girl. See how you frightened the brave Austrian soldier."

The sarcasm and scorn in her voice were unmistakable. The soldier was
indignant.

"Here, that is enough from you. Come along, I will