Part 19 (1/2)

The rain beat down noisily.

The sound was repeated. His grandmother heard it also.

”What is it?” asked the grandmother, in perturbation, after a momentary pause.

”The rain,” murmured the boy.

”Then, Ferruccio,” said the old woman, drying her eyes, ”you promise me that you will be good, that you will not make your poor grandmother weep again--”

Another faint sound interrupted her.

”But it seems to me that it is not the rain!” she exclaimed, turning pale. ”Go and see!”

But she instantly added, ”No; remain here!” and seized Ferruccio by the hand.

Both remained as they were, and held their breath. All they heard was the sound of the water.

Then both were seized with a s.h.i.+vering fit.

It seemed to both that they heard footsteps in the next room.

”Who's there?” demanded the lad, recovering his breath with an effort.

No one replied.

”Who is it?” asked Ferruccio again, chilled with terror.

But hardly had he p.r.o.nounced these words when both uttered a shriek of terror. Two men sprang into the room. One of them grasped the boy and placed one hand over his mouth; the other clutched the old woman by the throat. The first said:--

”Silence, unless you want to die!”

The second:--

”Be quiet!” and raised aloft a knife.

Both had dark cloths over their faces, with two holes for the eyes.

For a moment nothing was audible but the gasping breath of all four, the patter of the rain; the old woman emitted frequent rattles from her throat, and her eyes were starting from her head.

The man who held the boy said in his ear, ”Where does your father keep his money?”

The lad replied in a thread of a voice, with chattering teeth, ”Yonder--in the cupboard.”

”Come with me,” said the man.

And he dragged him into the closet room, holding him securely by the throat. There was a dark lantern standing on the floor.

”Where is the cupboard?” he demanded.

The suffocating boy pointed to the cupboard.