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Hand it over."
Arthur took out a lady's gold watch, delicately
chased and enamelled, with the initials "G. B." on
the back. It had been his mother's--but what
did that matter now?
"Ah!" remarked the sailor with a quick glance
at it. "Stolen, of course! Let me look!"
Arthur drew his hand away. "No," he said.
"I will give you the watch when we are on board;
not before."
"You're not such a fool as you look, after all!
I'll bet it's your first scrape, though, eh?"
"That is my business. Ah! there comes the
watchman."
They crouched down behind the group of statuary
and waited till the watchman had passed.
Then the sailor rose, and, telling Arthur to follow
him, walked on, laughing foolishly to himself.
Arthur followed in silence.
The sailor led him back to the little irregular
square by the Medici palace; and, stopping in a
dark corner, mumbled in what was intended for a
cautious whisper:
"Wait here; those soldier fellows will see you
if you come further."
"What are you going to do?"
"Get you some clothes.


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