"It's always my business," said the sailor, manfully, "when I see a big brute pitching into a youngster like that. I ain't the man to stand by and see it done."
"He wants to kill me. Don't let him," implored Julius.
"That I won't, my lad. He'll have to kill me, too, if that's what he's after. He'll find me a tough customer, I reckon."
"This is my boy. I shall beat him as I please," said Marlowe, angrily.
"I am not his boy," said Julius, fearing the sailor would credit the statement.
"Don't you be afraid, my lad. If you were his boy ten times over, he shouldn't beat you while I am by."
Marlowe was terribly enraged. He saw his victim slipping from his grasp just as he was about to glut his vengeance upon him. He was a man of violent passions, and they got the better of his prudence.
"Stand back!" he shouted, advancing toward the intrepid sailor, "or I will serve you and the boy alike."
"I'm ready," said the other, coolly, squaring off scientifically.
Marlowe aimed a heavy blow at his head, which, had it taken effect, would have prostrated and perhaps stunned him. But it was warded off, and a counter blow returned, which took better effect. Marlowe staggered under it, but it only maddened him. Half-blinded, he rushed once more upon his opponent, but received a well-directed blow full in the chest, which stretched him at the sailor's feet. The latter forbore to take an unmanly advantage of his foe's position, but calmly waited for him to rise.
"Do you want more?" he asked, coolly.
Marlowe, had he been wise, would have desisted, but he was filled with a blind, unreasoning rage, and advanced again to the attack. But he was no match for the stout sailor. He fared this time no better than before, but again was stretched at the sailor's feet.
By this time the conflict had attracted attention. Several men came running up, among them a member of the local police.
"What's the meaning of all this?" demanded the latter.
"Ask the boy," said the sailor.
Julius, thus appealed to, answered:
"That man wanted to kill me, but the sailor stopped him."
"It's a lie!" growled Marlowe. "He's my boy, and I was punishing him."
"Are you his boy?" asked the policeman, turning to Julius.
"No."
"Where do you live?"
"In New York."
"Do you know him?"
"Yes."
"Who is he?"
Marlowe saw that it was getting dangerous for him, and was anxious to get away.
"The boy may shift for himself," he said. "If you take so much interest in him you can take care of him."
These last words were addressed to the sailor.
He turned on his heel, and hoped to get away without further trouble.
"Stop, there!" said the officer. "We haven't done with you yet."
"What do you want?" demanded Marlowe, endeavoring to conceal his alarm under an air of surly bravado.
"I want to know who you are."
"I'm a sailor."
"Then you're a land sailor," retorted the true son of Neptune.
"Is he a sailor?" asked the officer of Julius.
"No, sir."
"What is his name?"
"His name is Marlowe," answered Julius, in spite of the black and menacing looks of his enemy, intended to intimidate him.
"Marlowe? The man implicated in the burglary in Madison avenue?"
Julius was not required to answer this, for at the question, showing that he was known, Marlowe with an oath took to flight, closely pursued by all present. He had run half a mile before he was secured.
But his pursuers at length caught up with him, and after a sharp struggle, in which they were materially assisted by the powerful sailor, he was taken and bound.
"If I ever get free, I'll kill you!" he muttered, between his teeth, to Julius. "You'll rue this day's work."
Julius, secure as he was at present, could not help shuddering as he heard these threatening words. But he felt thankful that he had escaped the present danger. The peril was over for the time; but Julius could not help feeling that he was not wholly safe as long as Marlowe was at large. I may as well add here that the burglar was delivered to the New York authorities, and in due time had his trial, was convicted and sentenced to ten years' imprisonment in the prison at Sing Sing.
This adventure, and the excitement attending it, spoiled the enjoyment of Julius for the afternoon. He returned to the pier and took passage on the boat bound for the city. He called on Paul at his stand, and surprised him with the news of Marlowe's capture, and his own narrow escape.
"I am glad to hear it, Julius," said Paul. "So that sailor that followed you was Marlowe."
"Yes. Did you see him?"
"I noticed him two or three times, but had no idea he was following us."
"I never should have known him, he looked so different." "He might have got away if he hadn't been so anxious to revenge himself on you."
"He's got my five dollars," said Julius, regretfully.
"It might have been much worse. You've got forty-five dollars left yet. Do you want any of it?"