o fix his face in his memory.

"Yes, Paolo," said Phil, his eyes fixed nervously upon his pursuer, who
maintained his place, and was watching him with equal attention.

"You are not frightened, Phil, are you?"

Phil admitted that he was.

"He will come over in the next boat," he said.

"But he will not know where you are."

"He will seek me."

"Will he? Then I think he will be disappointed. The cars will start
on the other side before the next boat arrives. I found out about that
before we started."

Phil felt relieved by this intelligence, but still he was nervous.
Knowing well Pietro's malice, he dreaded the chances of his capturing
him.

"He stays there. He does not go away," said Phil.

"It will do him no good, Phil. He is like a cat watching a canary bird
beyond his reach. I don't think he will catch you to-day."

"He may go in the cars, too," suggested Phil.

"That is true. On the whole, Phil, when you get to Newark, I advise
you to walk into the country. Don't stay in the city. He might find you
there."

"I will do what you say, Paolo. It will be better."

They soon reached the Jersey shore. The railroad station was close by.
They went thither at once, and Phil bought a ticket for Newark.

"How soon will the cars start?" inquired Paul of a railway official.

"In five minutes," was the answer.

"Then, Phil, I advise you to get into the cars at once. Take a seat
on the opposite side, though there is no chance of your being seen by
Pietro, who will get here too late. Still, it is best to be on the safe
side. I will stay near the ferry and watch Pietro when he lands. Perhaps
I will have a little conversation with him."

"I will go, Paolo."

"Well, good-by, Phil, and good luck," said Paul, cheerfully. "If you
ever come to New York, come to see me."

"Yes, Paolo, I will be sure to come."

"And, Phil, though I don't think you will ever fall into the power
of that old brute again (I am sure you won't if you take good care of
yourself), still, if he does get you back again, come to me the first
chance you get, and I will see what I can do for you."

"Thank you, Paolo. I will remember your kindness always," said the
little fiddler, gratefully.

"That is all right, Phil. Good-by!"

"Good-by!" said Phil, and, shaking the hand of his new friend, he
ascended the steps, and took a seat on the opposite side, as Paul had
recommended.

"I am sorry to part with Phil," said Paul to himself. "He's a f