Peter scowled without speaking.
"I got-a girl too, name Marietta. Live-a Napoli. Some day I send-a money, she come Americ'; marry wif me. Nice girl, Marietta. Annie nice girl, too," he added, as a polite afterthought. "You marry wif her?"
Peter's face cleared.
"Some day, Vittorio, if she 'll be havin' me." He stole a side glance at Annie. She rose with a quick flush.
"Quit your foolin', Pete! 'Tis time this baby was getting his supper. Would you mind settin' his carriage on the porch? Good night, Vittorio." She tucked the baby under her arm and started, singing, for the house.
Peter put up the carriage and sauntered toward the stables in the utmost good humour. He found Augustus with his prisoners drawn up in line, their wrists and ankles shackled together.
Augustus saluted. "I caught free robbers," he observed. "De ovver one 'scaped."
