What should he do to him? He might kill him, but killing is rather a dangerous game to play at in a civilized community. "I'll take his money," thought Marlowe, "and beat him within an inch of his life. I'll teach him to betray me!" At length Julius wandered to a spot solitary enough to suit his purpose. Strange to say, the boy had not turned, or noticed his pursuer. Marlowe was quite out of his thoughts. Who would think of finding him in this quiet scene? But he was destined to be rudely awakened from his dream of security. All at once he felt a hand upon his shoulder. Turning quickly, he saw one whom he supposed to be a sailor. "What's wanted?" he asked. "You're wanted." "What for?" asked Julius, not yet recognizing his enemy. "Don't you know me?" asked Marlowe. "No." "But I know you, you young villain!" exclaimed Marlowe, unable longer to repress his fury. "I'm the man you sold along with Jack Morgan. I've got a reckoning with you, my lad, and it's goin' to be a heavy one. I haven't followed you all the way from New York for nothing." CHAPTER XXIII. A TIMELY RESCUE. Julius was filled with a terrible fear, when in the man who stood over him menacingly he recognized Tom Marlowe. He knew the man's brutal disposition, and that he was very much incensed against him. He looked wildly around him for help, but he could see no one. The sailor had hidden behind a large tree, and was not visible. "You're looking for help, are you?" sneered Marlowe. "Look all you want to. You're in my power. Now tell me, you treacherous young dog, why shouldn't I kill you?" Julius regarded him in silent terror. "You didn't think I'd get away from the cops you set on my track, did you? You thought you'd get rid of me, did you? Where's that money you got for selling us, eh?" "I didn't sell you," said Julius, trembling. "Don't lie to me. I know all about it. I followed you when you went with that boy that keeps the necktie stand. I know how much you got. It was fifty dollars." Julius was bewildered. He did not understand how Marlowe could have gained this information. "Do you deny this?" demanded Marlowe. "I didn't know I was to get any money," stammered Julius. "I wouldn't have told of you, but Paul had been kind to me." "So you forgot all about Jack Morgan and me. You were ready to sell your best friends. But you didn't count the cost, my chicken! We generally pay up for such favors. I promised Jack I'd settle our account, and I'm goin' to do it." "Is Jack took?" asked Julius, shrinking under the man's fierce glance. "Yes, he is, curse you! If it hadn't been for your blabbing tongue we'd both have got off with the swag. Now hand over that money, and be quick about it." "What money?" faltered Julius. "You know well enough--the fifty dollars." Julius felt thankful now that he had deposited the greater part with Paul. "I haven't got it." "You lie!" exclaimed Marlowe, brutally.