for Marlowe, though
he had changed his seat, still managed to keep Julius in sight. But
there was another who in turn watched him, and that was the genuine
sailor. The latter was bent on finding out the meaning of the
disguise, for disguise he knew it to be. He was not long in
discovering that Marlowe was watching Julius with a malignant glance.

"He hates the lad," thought the sailor. "Does he mean him harm?"

He was making an excursion of pleasure, but he had another object in
view. He had a cousin living on Staten Island, and he was intending to
make him a call; but this business was not imperative, and he resolved
to follow out the present adventure.

"If he tries to harm the lad," said the kindhearted sailor, "he'll
have to take me too."

So while Marlowe watched Julius, he was watched in turn.

The boat reached the first landing, and some of the passengers got
off. But Julius made no motion to disembark, and of course Marlowe did
not. Shortly afterward the second landing was reached; but it was not
until the boat touched the third that Julius rose from his seat and
descended the stairs to the lower deck. The two sailors followed.

Julius walked up the road that leads to the pier. He had no particular
destination. He cared little where he went, his main object being to
get back into the country. The sailor soon perceived that Marlowe had
no object except to follow Julius. All his movements depended upon the
boy's. When Julius turned, he turned also.

"What has he got ag'in the boy?" thought the sailor. "He shan't harm
him if Jack Halyard can prevent it."

Marlowe was tall and strong, and a formidable opponent. The sailor was
three inches shorter, but he was broad-shouldered, and had an immense
chest. It was clear that he was very powerful. He was thoroughly brave
also. Fear was a stranger to him, and he did not hesitate for a moment
to encounter Marlowe in the boy's defense.

Julius kept on. At one place he stopped to watch two boys who were
pitching ball to each other. He asked them if he might join in the
game; but the boys looked contemptuously at his shabby clothes, and
one of them said, rudely:

"We don't play with ragamuffins."

"I ain't a ragamuffin!" said Julius.

"Perhaps you're a gentleman in disguise," said one, with a sneer.

"I'm as much of a gentleman as you are," retorted Julius, angrily.

"Clear out, you beggar! We don't want you here," said the second boy,
arrogantly.

Julius wa