Now, Signor Pietro,
I'll go back and see you on your arrival."
Phil was right in supposing that Pietro would take passage on the
next boat. He waited impatiently on the drop till it touched,
and sprang on board. He cursed the interval of delay, fearing
that it would give Phil a chance to get away. However, there was
no help for this. Time and tide wait for no man, but it often
happens that we are compelled to wait for them. But at length
the boat touched the Jersey shore, and Pietro sprang out and
hurried to the gates, looking eagerly on all sides for a possible
glimpse of the boy he sought. He did not see him, for the cars
were already on their way, but his eyes lighted up with
satisfaction as they lighted on Paul, whom he recognized as the
companion of Phil. He had seen him talking to the little
fiddler. Probably he would know where he had gone. He walked up
to Paul, who was standing near, and, touching his cap, said:
"Excuse me, signore, but have you seen my little brother?"
"Your little brother?" repeated Paul, deliberately.
"Si, signore, a little boy with a fiddle. He was so high;" and
Pietro indicated the height of Phil correctly by his hand.
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