"He is
much bigger than I."
"Is he bigger than I am?"
"I think he is as big."
"He isn't big enough to take you away if I am with you."
Paul did not say this boastfully, but with a quiet confidence in
his own powers in which he was justified. Though by no means
quarrelsome, he had on several occasions been forced in
self-defense into a contest with boys of his own size, and in
some instances larger, and in every case he had acquitted himself
manfully, and come off victorious.
"I should not be afraid if you were with me, Paolo," said Phil.
"You are right, Phil," said Paul, approvingly. "But here we are
at the ferry."
Cortlandt Street is a short distance below the Astor House, and
leads to the ferry, connecting on the other side with trains
bound for Philadelphia and intermediate places.
Paul paid the regular toll, and passed through the portal with
Phil.
"Are you going with me?" asked the little fiddler, in surprise.
"Only to Jersey City, Phil. There might be some of your friends
on board the boat. I want to see you safe on the cars. Then I
must leave you."
"You are very kind, Paolo."
"You are a good little chap, Phil, and I mean to help you.
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