e qualche cosa_," they whined; and each of them seized a boy
by the arm. The boys tried to jerk their arms away, but could not.

"Let us go," cried David, "or it will be the worse for you."

The two beggars now talked in Italian without relaxing their hold.
Then they tried to pull the boys away; but the boys resisted bravely,
and began to shout for help. At this the other beggars came forward
menacingly, and Number Five and Number Six put their arms round
the boys, and their hands over their mouths. Neither David nor
Clive could now utter a cry. They could scarcely breathe. They were
at the mercy of these miscreants!

It was, in truth, a perilous position in which David and Clive
found themselves. Those ragged rascals, the beggars, were as
remorseless as they were ragged. They had the boys at their mercy.
The place was sufficiently far from the town to be out of hearing;
and though the road was near, yet there were no people living in
the vicinity. It was, therefore, sufficiently solitary to permit
of any deed of violence being done with impunity.

David and Clive gave themselves up for lost With a last frantic
effort, David tore his head loose, dashed his fist into the face
of beggar Number Six, who was holding him, and tried to escape.

"_Scelerate!_" cried Number Six; and he threw David to the ground,
and held him down, while he caught him by the throat. But though
thus overpowered, David still struggled, and it was with some
difficulty that the big brute who held him was able to keep him
under.

Suddenly, at this moment, when all hope seemed lost, a loud cry
was heard. There was a rush of two figures upon the scene; and the
next instant Number Six was torn away, and rolled over on his back.
A firm grasp was fixed on his throat, and a tremendous blow descended
on his head from a stout stick, which was wielded by the youthful
but sinewy arm of Frank Wilmot. At the same instant, also, Bob
Clark had bounded at Number Five, leaped on his back, and began
beating him about the head.

The attack had been so sudden, and so utterly unexpected, that it
carried all before it. Away, with a wild cry of terror, fled the
four decrepit beggars, leaving Number Five and Number Six on the
field to themselves and the four boys. Number Six groaned with
pain, and struggled furiously. He wrenched himself from beneath
his assailants, but they again got the upper hand, and held on
firmly. But Number Six was too strong to be easily g