"You are not frightened, Phil, are you?"
Phil admitted that he was.
"He will come over in the next boat," he said.
"But he will not know where you are."
"He will seek me."
"Will he? Then I think he will be disappointed. The cars will
start on the other side before the next boat arrives. I found
out about that before we started."
Phil felt relieved by this intelligence, but still he was
nervous. Knowing well Pietro's malice, he dreaded the chances of
his capturing him.
"He stays there. He does not go away," said Phil.
"It will do him no good, Phil. He is like a cat watching a
canary bird beyond his reach. I don't think he will catch you
to-day."
"He may go in the cars, too," suggested Phil.
"That is true. On the whole, Phil, when you get to Newark, I
advise you to walk into the country. Don't stay in the city. He
might find you there."
"I will do what you say, Paolo. It will be better."
They soon reached the Jersey shore. The railroad station was
close by. They went thither at once, and Phil bought a ticket
for Newark.
"How soon will the cars start?" inquired Paul of a railway
official.
"In five minutes," was the answer.
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