It was but ten feet distant, when the attention of Paul and Phil was drawn to a person running down the drop in great haste.

He evidently wanted to catch the boat, but was too late.
Phil clutched at Paul's arm, and pointed to him in evident excitement.
"It is Pietro," he said.
At that moment Pietro, standing on the brink, caught sight of the boy he was pursuing, looking back at him from the deck of the ferry-boat.
A look of exultation and disappointment swept over his face as he saw Phil, but realized that he was out of his reach.

He had a hand-organ with him, and this had doubtless encumbered him, and prevented his running as fast as he might otherwise.
"So that is Pietro, is it ?" said Paul, regarding him attentively in order to fix his face in his memory.
"Yes, Paolo," said Phil, his eyes fixed nervously upon his pursuer, who maintained his place, and was watching him with equal attention.
"You are not frightened, Phil, are you ?" Phil admitted that he was.
"He will come over in the next boat," he said.
"But he will not know where you are." "He will seek me." "Will he?
Then I think he will be disappointed.

The cars will start on the other side before the next boat arrives.

I found out about that before we started." Phil felt relieved by this intelligence, but still he was nervous.
Knowing well Pietro's malice, he dreaded the chances of his capturing him.
"He stays there.