Hugh and Dick knew no Italian, yet they both of them understood, and
with a shout leaped forward toward those hungry knives. But their
holders never waited for them. Some sudden panic seized them all, so
that they turned and ran--ran straight across the wide Place of Arms and
vanished into the network of narrow streets by which it was surrounded.
CHAPTER XIII
MURGH'S ARROW
Hugh and Dick came back. Something seemed to call them back, although no
blow had been struck. The Man stood where they had left him, staring at
nothing in particular. Apparently he was engaged in meditation.
"Thanking his gods because they have saved him from sudden death,"
muttered Grey Dick. "If he's got any gods!" he added doubtfully.
Now the three, or rather the four of them, for David Day had recovered,
and once more stood upon his feet from time to time glancing at the
stranger's costume with a frightened eye, were left alone upon the great
place with no company save the shipful of dead behind them and the wild,
white moon above. The silence that, save for the soughing sound for
which they could not account, was intense, oppressed them, as also did
the heat.
Grey Dick coughed, but the Man took no notice. Then he dropped his
axe with a clatter on the marble flooring of the quay and picked it
up again, but still the Man took no notice. Evidently his Eastern
imperturbability was not to be disturbed by such trifles.
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