Perhaps, if you look round, you will see your brother.
I'll tell him you want him if I see him."
Pietro looked at Paul suspiciously. It struck him that the
latter might be making a fool of him, but Paul looked so utterly
indifferent that he could judge nothing from his appearance. He
concluded that Phil was wandering about somewhere in Jersey City.
It did not occur to him that he might have taken the cars for
some more distant place. At any rate, there seemed no chance of
getting any information out of Paul. So he adjusted his
hand-organ and walked up the street leading from the ferry,
looking sharply on either side, hoping to catch a glimpse of the
runaway; but, of course, in vain.
"I don't think you'll find Phil to-day, Signor Pietro," said Paul
to himself, as he watched his receding form. "Now, as there is
nothing more to be done here, I will go back to business."
CHAPTER XIX
PIETRO'S PURSUIT
The distance from New York to Newark is but ten miles. Phil had
been there once before with an older boy. He was at no loss,
therefore, as to the proper place to get out. He stepped from
the cars and found himself in a large depot.
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