"Then, Phil, I advise you to get into the cars at once. Take a
seat on the opposite side, though there is no chance of your
being seen by Pietro, who will get here too late. Still, it is
best to be on the safe side. I will stay near the ferry and
watch Pietro when he lands. Perhaps I will have a little
conversation with him."
"I will go, Paolo."
"Well, good-by, Phil, and good luck," said Paul, cheerfully. "If
you ever come to New York, come to see me."
"Yes, Paolo, I will be sure to come."
"And, Phil, though I don't think you will ever fall into the
power of that old brute again (I am sure you won't if you take
good care of yourself), still, if he does get you back again,
come to me the first chance you get, and I will see what I can do
for you."
"Thank you, Paolo. I will remember your kindness always," said
the little fiddler, gratefully
"That is all right, Phil. Good-by!"
"Good-by!" said Phil, and, shaking the hand of his new friend,
he ascended the steps, and took a seat on the opposite side, as
Paul had recommended.
"I am sorry to part with Phil," said Paul to himself. "He's a
fine little chap, and I like him. If ever that old brute gets
hold of him again, he shan't keep him long.
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