Though he and his friends had again gained a victory over Pietro and the padrone, he thought it would not be prudent to remain in Newark any longer.

He knew the revengeful spirit of his tyrants, and dreaded the chance of again falling into their hands.

He must, of course, be exposed to the risk of capture while plying his vocation in the public streets.

Therefore he resisted the invitation of his warm-hearted protectors to make his home with them, and decided to wander farther away from New York.
The next day, therefore, he went to the railway station and bought a ticket for a place ten miles further on.

This he decided would be far enough to be safe.
Getting out of the train, he found himself in a village of moderate size.