put out to sea some time ago. Signor Garibaldi,
however, was a man of resource and influence, and within an hour he had
found a coast-guard captain who would take him in pursuit. The
coast-guard boat was big and she could triple the speed of the small
_Red Dragon_. By ten o'clock the runaway boat was sighted just opposite
Monaco. The boys saw the pursuers coming, but even by crowding on all
their sail they could not gain a lead. So when the coast-guard came
alongside of them they surrendered.

Even though they had not reached Genoa, the lads had tasted the salt of
adventure. Giuseppe's father boarded the _Red Dragon_, and, treating the
whole matter as a summer's lark, helped the young sailors to bring their
boat about, and tacking across toward Monaco and then out to the deeper
sea, gave them a lesson in sailing that made them quickly forget that
they were going back to Nice.

On that sail home the father learned a good deal about Giuseppe. He
heard the boys talk freely to each other, and as he listened he realized
that this son of his was not the quiet type of boy who would make a good
priest, but that he craved the roving life of the sea, descended as he
was from generations of sailors. He himself knew the perils of the sea
only too well, how hard a man must work in its service, and how little
he might gain, and how much securer was the life on shore. But he also
knew that when once the sea called to a boy of Nice it was useless to
try to make him forget the call. Giuseppe would not make a good priest,
and he might make a good sailor. So the watchful father decided, as he
brought the little boat back to shore, to let his son follow his natural
bent.

After their adventure Giuseppe and his two friends went quietly on with
their school life. Giuseppe's father had promised to teach him something
about navigation in the evenings, and had told him that, if he would
only be patient and wait a short time, he should make a cruise in
earnest. One day, as the boy and his father were coming home from church
a tall, black-haired man stepped up to them, and, holding out his hand,
said, "Signor, will you give us something for the refugees of Italy?"
Giuseppe's father gave the man a few coins, which he received with the
greatest thanks. As they walked on the boy kept turning back to look at
the tall gaunt-faced man they had met. Finally he said, "Who was he,
father, and what did he mean by the refugees of Italy?"

The father loo