The padrone was sure not
to forgive an offense like this.
Thinking over these things, a bold suggestion came into Phil's
mind. Why need he go back at all? Why should he not take this
occasion for breaking his fetters, and starting out into life on
his own account? There was nothing alarming in that prospect.
He was not afraid but that he could earn his own living, and fare
better than he did at present, when out of his earnings and those
of his comrades the padrone was growing rich. Other boys had run
away, and though some had been brought back, others had managed
to keep out of the cruel clutches of their despotic master.
It did not take Phil long to come to a decision. He felt that he
should never have a better chance. He had three dollars in his
pocket thanks to the generosity of the sailors--and this would
last him some time. It would enable him to get out of the city,
which would be absolutely necessary, since, if he remained, the
padrone would send Pietro for him and get him back.
There was only one regret he had at leaving the padrone. It
would part him from his little comrade, Giacomo. Giacomo, at
least, would miss him.
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