Leaving the lodging-house he walked down to the ferry at the foot
of Cortlandt Street, and took the first train for Newark. It was
ten o'clock before he reached the city. He had nothing in
particular to guide him, but made up his mind to wander about all
day, inquiring from time to time if anyone had seen his little
brother, describing Phil. After a while his inquiries were
answered in the affirmative, and he gradually got on the track of
our hero.
At twelve o'clock Phil went into a restaurant, and invested
thirty cents in a dinner. As the prices were low, he obtained
for this sum all he desired. Ten minutes afterward, as he was
walking leisurely along with that feeling of tranquil enjoyment
which a full stomach is apt to give, Pietro turned the corner
behind him. No sooner did the organ-grinder catch sight of his
prey, than a fierce joy lighted up his eyes, and he quickened his
pace.
"Ah, scelerato, I have you now," he exclaimed to himself.
"To-night you shall feel the stick."
But opportunely for himself Phil looked behind him. When he saw
Pietro at but a few rods' distance his heart stood still with
sudden fright, and for an instant his feet were rooted to the
ground.
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