mentioned.

"And you," said Zappa, in the same patois, turning to Bowse. "What have
you to say for yourself."

Poor Bowse, who knew but little of any language except his
mother-tongue, his accent undeniably betraying him whenever he did
attempt to express himself, thought silence would be his best course, so
shaking his head he pointed to his tongue and gave forth some
inarticulate sounds, unlike any known dialect.

"You have spoken loud enough before, accursed spy," exclaimed the
pirate, in Italian, starting up, and menacing him with his dagger. "So
you thought I did not know you either; you thought I should not remember
the man with whom I once have crossed blades, even though I fancied he
was food for the fish of the sea. Fools that you were to venture into
the lion's den; or, venturing in, to attempt to carry off his prey. But
enough of this, your guilt is clear; you came as spies, and you shall
meet their reward. Over the cliffs with the three; we will quickly send
their companions after them."

He said this in Italian, and then repeated it in Romaic.

Old Vlacco, who was now in his element, and delighted at the decision of
his chief--indeed, he longed to propose that Ada and Marianna should be
made to bear them company--seized the unfortunate men, and was dragging
them off with the aid of others of the pirates, when Nina flew to the
door to bar their exit.

"No, this must not, this shall not be!" she exclaimed, in a voice hoarse
and trembling with agitation, so unlike her own usual sweet tone.
"Wretch, pirate, robber, murderer! You have crimes enough already on
your head, without adding others of yet blacker dye, to drag me and all
who witness them down to destruction with yourself. If you murder them,
you murder me, for I will not live to be the wife of a wretch so
accursed; and, think you that yon fair girl would yield to your wishes--
would, forsooth, become your bride, even were I gone, and her brave
lover also dead, and no one even on earth to protect her? I tell you,
monster, no! You have seen, that meek and delicate as she appears, how
much she can endure without complaining; you have yet to learn that she
has an unconquerable spirit, and a reliance on the God of Heaven, which
would enable her to defend herself from you. Now, do your worst!
Murder me if you will. It will but be a fair return for what I have
lost for you. Murder those men. Insist on your followers executing
your vile com