he follows me up to the track.

"When I had sat down in the car I began to think. I didn't know what to
do. Evidently my brother had been so absorbed in his own life, so
indifferent to anything that had happened to me, that he didn't even
know what I was. That didn't prevent him asking nearly three months'
wages of me, though! Now, if he saw me go down to the ship he would
never let me alone. He sat there in the car near the door, his hands
hanging over his knees, his head bowed to hide his chest, the paper
ticket twisting in his fingers. That my brother! It came to me with a
sudden shock, a spasm, that, as usual, right was on his side. I
_couldn't_ leave him like that. And yet what could I do? If I gave him
money he would only prey on me again. Never mind: it was my duty to aid
him. When the car stopped at the end of _Paseo Colon_ I had made up my
mind. I dropped off and waited in the dark shadow of the buildings
opposite the _Parque Leyema_. He came up to me. I could see his lips
trembling and his hands clutching. 'Charley, don't you play me false,
don't you play me false! My God, Charley, I'll kill you--I'll do
something with you, if you play me false.' It was like a child in
hysterics. I didn't realize it immediately, but that was just what was
the matter with my brother--hysteria. 'Easy,' I said, 'where can I take
you? I'm not known here.' 'Take!' he says, 'to your own house, of
course.' 'Listen,' I said. 'Do you hear what I say?' He nodded. 'Well,'
I went on, 'I'm the chief engineer of a steamer in yon dock. If you come
down with me, don't forget there's a sentry with a rifle on that bridge
we've got to cross, there's two more patrolling the quay, and there's
another armed watchman on board. And, Frank,' I added, 'when a man runs
here, they shoot. They find out if he was a criminal afterwards.
Understand?' He looked down on the ground, his shoulders moving in a
sort of convulsion. 'Come on,' I said.

"He followed me like a shadow over the bridge, along the quay and up
the gangway. The watchman saw us come aboard, but otherwise the dock was
deserted. My room was on the starboard side, the second door in the
alleyway. I looked along and down in the engine-room. The Fourth was
down below reading a novel on the bench by the dynamo. All the rest were
still ashore--up at the _Bier Convent_ or the _Apollo_, I suppose. I
opened my door and Frank stepped inside.

"'Now,' I said, shutting the ports, 'you're safe.'

"He