Part 25 (1/2)
”No, signore,” answered Pietro. ”Filippo has not come in.”
”Do you think he has run away?” asked the padrone, suspiciously.
”I don't know,” said Pietro.
”Have you any reason to think he intended to run away?”
”No,” said Pietro.
”I should not like to lose him. He brings me more money than most of the boys.”
”He may come in yet.”
”When he does,” said the padrone, frowning, ”I will beat him for being so late. Is there any boy that he would be likely to tell, if he meant to run away?”
”Yes,” said Pietro, with a sudden thought, ”there is Giacomo.”
”The sick boy?”
”Yes. Filippo went in this morning to speak to him. He might have told him then.”
”That is true. I will go and ask him.”
Giacomo still lay upon his hard pallet, receiving very little attention.
His fever had increased, and he was quite sick. He rolled from one side to the other in his restlessness. He needed medical attention, but the padrone was indifferent, and none of the boys would have dared to call a doctor without his permission. As he lay upon his bed, the padrone entered the room with a hurried step.
”Where is Giacomo?” he demanded, harshly.
”Here I am, signore padrone,” answered the little boy, trembling, as he always did when addressed by the tyrant.
”Did Filippo come and speak with you this morning, before he went out?”
”Si, signore.”
”What did he say?”
”He asked me how I felt.”
”What did you tell him?”
”I told him I felt sick.”
”Nothing more?”
”I told him I thought I should die.'
”Nonsense!” said the padrone, harshly; ”you are a coward. You have a little cold, that is all. Did he say anything about running away?”
”No, signore.”