hills again; but any hour they may find out and come.'
He shuddered; his eyes closed, his head fell back upon his rude pillow of dried grasses. So much speech had exhausted his enfeebled spirit and frame.
'I shall be very ill,' he said wearily. 'You had better turn me out whilst I can crawl away from you.'
'I will care for you till the illness passes,' she answered.
'It were better to call the carabineers,' he said bitterly. 'A sick man and a felon—what can you do with me?'
'I will tend you till you are well,' she said simply again. 'You are quite safe here. No one, except a little goat-boy and two strangers who are far away, even knows of these tombs. It is true there is little food for you, but there will be enough to keep you from hunger.'
'But why should you do all this for me?'
'Because you have no one else to help you.'
'That is very noble of you!'
'Why that? I have no one either. Leone whom I loved is dead.'
