Comito had not put any address on his stuff because Cecala had assured him that all the furniture would be put on a wagon, and that the wagon and all would go under his name to Philadelphia. Comito observed a bundle labeled: "A. Cina, Highland, New York." Turning to Cecala, he said: "Don't we go to Philadelphia?" "A--ha, ha, ha--a, ha, a, ha, ha, ha, ha," leered Cecala. "This is the place the boat stops and then we go twenty minutes by foot. Have no fear; we will go by carriage." "Do we not go by rail?" "No," grunted Cecala. "It costs too much, and we cannot load all your goods on the train." Upon inquiring what time Cecala expected to arrive at Philadelphia, Comito was informed about eight o'clock, and that it would be all the better to arrive after dark because "no one will see what we are doing, and we will give an accounting to no one." Cecala also assured Comito that there would be no delay once they got off the boat, but that they would hurry to Cecala's house where "we will eat and drink wine and warm ourselves." In this manner Comito's fears were lulled to sleep by the promises of future prosperity that were held out to him. There would never be any more worry or struggle for gain as far as Comito was concerned, according to the assurances of Cecala and the others. Life would flow along like a pleasant dream with no worries of any kind! "It was about 4:30 P. M. of that same day, November 11, 1908, when I and Caterina, together with Cecala, Cina, Don Pasquale and Sylvester, went on board the boat," continues Comito. "I was fully convinced that we were going to Philadelphia. I was quite happy thinking that by working honestly I would prosper. When we were about two hours out from the pier Cecala came to me and said: "'Mr. Comito, we are about to make a bad showing.' "'Why?' I asked. "'Because I have not enough money to pay the fares of all of us.' "'Why pay for all?' "'Because they are my friends, and my godfather. Then, too, you saw how they worked.' "'But they could have remained in New York.' "'No. They will help put up the press, etc.' "'This is just a circumstance,' explained Cecala. 'I imagined that Cina had money to spare, but he has forgotten his pocketbook. We are short five dollars.' "Not knowing what to do about it, I remained silent. After a while Cecala turned to Caterina and inquired: 'Mrs., have you any money with you?' "'I have just five dollars,' Caterina replied innocently. "'Well, give it to me because I need it. I will give it back to-morrow, as soon as I get to the house,' suggested the bandit. "Caterina stepped aside and produced a five-dollar bill from her stocking where she had hidden it for an emergency.