"Them Dagos is impident pups at times, miss," replied Stump, his red
eyes no doubt meeting the man's stare with a fixity that might have
disconcerted most gapers.
"Does he know you, do you think? I happened to see him coming along the
street, and as soon as he saw us he stood stock-still. He has been
gazing up here now for the past two or three minutes."
"I've booted a rare lot of I-talians in my time," said Stump. "I
wouldn't be a bit surprised if he was some loafer I'd helped across a
ship's gangway at Genoa or Naples."
"But, captain," laughed Irene, "that man appears to be a superior
class."
"Bless yer heart, miss, that's nothin'. By the cut of his jib I'd rate
him as a fiddler, an' I remember once, at Brindisi, I was pointed out
two counts an' a markee among the coal-heavers."
Naturally enough, Mrs. Haxton and Dick looked for the person whose
singular behavior was under discussion. Though they had no difficulty
in finding him, it was impossible that they themselves could be seen
with any degree of clearness.
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