"It seems as if nothing could keep us apart," said that extraordinary man in a low voice. He took his hand off Cosmo's shoulder and directed the two rowers--who, Cosmo surmised, were the whisperers of the tower--to pull under the bows of the brig. "We must hide from those custom-house fellows," he said. "I fancy the galley is coming along." No other word was uttered till one of the men got hold of the brig's cable and the boat came to a rest with her side against the stem of that vessel, when Cosmo, who now could himself hear the faint noise of rowing, asked Attilio in a whisper: "Are they after you?" "If they are after anything," answered the other coolly, "they are after a very fine voice. What made you give that shout?" "I had to behave like a frightened mouse before those _sbirri_, on account of those papers you left with me, and I felt that I must assert myself." Cosmo gave this psychological explanation grimly. He changed his tone to add that, fancying he had seen the shape of the English man-of-war's boat, the temptation to hail her had been irresistible. "Possibly that's what started them. They know nothing of us. Luck was on our side. We slipped in unseen." The sound of rowing meantime had grown loud enough to take away from them all desire for further conversation, for the noise of heavy oars working in their rowlocks has a purposeful relentless character on a still night, and the big twelve-oared galley, pulled with a short quick stroke, seemed to hold an unerring way in its hollow thundering progress. For those in the boat concealed under the bows of the brig the strain of having to listen without being able to see was growing intolerable. Cosmo asked himself anxiously whether he was going to be captured once more before this night of surprises was out, but at the last moment the galley swerved and passed under the stem of the polacca as if bent on taking merely a sweep round the harbour. Everybody in the boat drew a long breath. But almost immediately afterwards the sound of rowing stopped short and everyone in the boat seemed turned again into stone. At last Attilio breathed into Cosmo's ear, "_Per Dio!_ They have found the other boat." Cosmo was almost ashamed at the swift eagerness of his fearfully whispered inquiry: "Are the men in her dead?" "All I know is that if either of them is able to talk we are lost," Attilio whispered back.