"'There is, perhaps, more work at Chios for me; I might find out the men who murdered my father----'
"'No, no; there is enough of blood upon your hands.'
"'I thought you were a Slav; as such you must know that the men of our nation never forgive.'
"'Listen; if you should happen to meet one of your brothers, if, like you, he were well off, would you not look upon his home as your own, his children--whom you might love without knowing--as your children?'
"'I should love and cherish him, indeed; I should give him the lands I bought for him at Chios. But, alas! what is the use of speaking about such a thing? It is only a dream, so listen: no man, hitherto, has loved me for my own sake, so as to risk his own life for me, as you have done, though, indeed, I have met with great kindness during the whole of my lifetime, and have had a great many friends. Well, then, will you be my brother?'
"'If I consented, would you remain with me, share my heart and my home?'
"'But should you find your brother after these many years, how would you know him?'
"'We have each a Cross tattooed on our left breast, as you, perhaps, have seen----'
"'Besides this, a vanishing sign on the nape of the neck,' said I, interrupting him.
"'How do you know? Have you ever met?--or perhaps you----'
"For all answer I opened my vest and showed him the sign of the Greek Cross. His delight upon knowing me to be his brother knew no bounds. He threw his arms round my neck, kissed me, and, for the first time in his life, he cried like a child.
"Time passed. He recovered his strength, but with it his restlessness, and his craving for revenge. We soon removed from Mostar to Ragusa, on account of his safety, and then I hoped that the change of scenery would quiet him. Alas! this larger town was but a more spacious prison. From Ragusa we went to Zara, and from there to Nona, for Ragusa itself was too near Turkey. The change quieted him for a short time; but his roving disposition soon returned, and then he talked of going to Chios. One day, seeing that he was about to put his words into execution, and feeling that I could not keep him with me any longer, I told him who the Turkish _zaptieh_, against whom he had fired, really was, and what blood was the last he had spilt.