whose time was spent in confinement. He wanted to be like Paul, for
whom he felt both respect and attachment, and the superintendent's
words encouraged and made him ambitious.

CHAPTER XXII.

MARLOWE OVERTAKES HIS VICTIM.

On emerging into the street the two boys parted company. It was time
for Paul to go back to his business. Julius was more indifferent to
employment. He had five dollars in his pocket, and forty-five dollars
deposited with Paul. Accustomed to live from hand to mouth, this made
him feel very rich. It was a bright, pleasant day, and it occurred to
him that it would be very pleasant to make an excursion somewhere, it
made little difference to him where. The first place that occurred to
him was Staten Island. It is six miles from the city or half an hour
by water. The boats start from a pier near the Battery.

"Where's he going, I wonder?" thought Marlowe, following at a little
distance.

As no conversation had passed between the boys about the excursion, he
was quite in the dark; but he was determined to follow where-ever it
might be. He soon ascertained. Julius met a street acquaintance--Tom
Barker, a newsboy--and accosted him.

"Tom, come with me."

"Where you goin'?"

"To Staten Island."

"What's up?"

"Nothin'. I'm goin' for the benefit of my health. Come along."

"I can't come."

"Haven't you got the stamps? I'll pay."

"I've got to go to Twenty-seventh street on an errand. I'll go with
you to-morrow."

"Can't wait," said Julius. "I must go alone."

"Goin' to Staten Island," thought Marlowe, in exultation. "I'll get a
chance at him there."

Marlowe had not much money with him, but he had enough to pay the fare
to Staten Island--ten cents. So he kept on the track of Julius, and
passed the wicket just behind him. The boat was approaching the pier,
and they had not long to wait. Julius went to the forward part of the
boat, and took a seat just in front of the boiler. Marlowe took a
position near, but not too near. He had considerable confidence in his
disguise, but did not want to run any unnecessary risk of recognition.
It so happened that a few steps from him was a genuine specimen of the
profession he was counterfeiting. With the sociability characteristic
of a sailor, he undertook to open a conversation with Marlowe.

"Hollo, shipmate!" he said.

"Hollo, yourself!" said the counterfeit, not over pleased with the
salutation.

"I thought I'd hail you, seein' we both f