have nothing to lose—I should go.”
“You would accept?”
“Yes, were it only out of curiosity.”
“There is something very peculiar about this chief, then?”
“Listen,” said Gaetano, lowering his voice, “I do not know if what they say is true”—he stopped to see if anyone was near.
“What do they say?”
“That this chief inhabits a cavern to which the Pitti Palace is nothing.”
“What nonsense!” said Franz, reseating himself.
“It is no nonsense; it is quite true. Cama, the pilot of the Saint Ferdinand , went in once, and he came back amazed, vowing that such treasures were only to be heard of in fairy tales.”
“Do you know,” observed Franz, “that with such stories you make me think of Ali Baba’s enchanted cavern?”
“I tell you what I have been told.”
“Then you advise me