and was anxious to
get away.

"The boy may shift for himself," he said. "If you take so much
interest in him you can take care of him."

These last words were addressed to the sailor.

He turned on his heel, and hoped to get away without further trouble.

"Stop, there!" said the officer. "We haven't done with you yet."

"What do you want?" demanded Marlowe, endeavoring to conceal his alarm
under an air of surly bravado.

"I want to know who you are."

"I'm a sailor."

"Then you're a land sailor," retorted the true son of Neptune.

"Is he a sailor?" asked the officer of Julius.

"No, sir."

"What is his name?"

"His name is Marlowe," answered Julius, in spite of the black and
menacing looks of his enemy, intended to intimidate him.

"Marlowe? The man implicated in the burglary in Madison avenue?"

Julius was not required to answer this, for at the question, showing
that he was known, Marlowe with an oath took to flight, closely
pursued by all present. He had run half a mile before he was secured.
But his pursuers at length caught up with him, and after a sharp
struggle, in which they were materially assisted by the powerful
sailor, he was taken and bound.

"If I ever get free, I'll kill you!" he muttered, between his teeth,
to Julius. "You'll rue this day's work."

Julius, secure as he was at present, could not help shuddering as he
heard these threatening words. But he felt thankful that he had
escaped the present danger. The peril was over for the time; but
Julius could not help feeling that he was not wholly safe as long as
Marlowe was at large. I may as well add here that the burglar was
delivered to the New York authorities, and in due time had his trial,
was convicted and sentenced to ten years' imprisonment in the prison
at Sing Sing.

This adventure, and the excitement attending it, spoiled the enjoyment
of Julius for the afternoon. He returned to the pier and took passage
on the boat bound for the city. He called on Paul at his stand, and
surprised him with the news of Marlowe's capture, and his own narrow
escape.

"I am glad to hear it, Julius," said Paul. "So that sailor that
followed you was Marlowe."

"Yes. Did you see him?"

"I noticed him two or three times, but had no idea he was following
us."

"I never should have known him, he looked so different." "He might
have got away if he hadn't been so anxious to revenge himself on you."

"He's got my five dollars," said Julius,