"There was a boy came over in the boat with me," said Paul.
"Yes, yes; he is the one, signore," said Pietro, eagerly.
"And he is your brother?"
"Si, signore."
"That's a lie," thought Paul, "I should know it even if Phil had
not told me. Phil is a handsome little chap. He wouldn't have
such a villainous-looking brother as you."
"Can you tell me where he has gone?" asked Pietro, eagerly.
"Didn't he tell you where he was going?" asked Paul, in turn.
"I think he means to run away," said Pietro. "Did you see where
he went?"
"Why should he want to run away?" asked Paul. who enjoyed
tantalizing Pietro, who he saw was chafing with impatience. "Did
you not treat him well?"
"He is a little rascal," said Pietro. "He is treated well, but
he is a thief."
"And you are his brother," repeated Paul, significantly.
"Did you see where he went?" asked Pietro, getting angry. "I
want to take him back to his father."
"How should I know?" returned Paul, coolly. "Do you think I
have nothing to do but to look after your brother?"
"Why didn't you tell me that before?" said Pietro, incensed.
"Don't get mad," said Paul, indifferently; "it won't do you any
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