"I owe him two dollars and a half for the fiddle." "He shall be paid," said the doctor.

"He shall lose nothing by trusting you." An hour afterward, while walking with the doctor in a side street, Phil's attention was attracted by the notes of a hand-organ.

Turning in the direction from which they came, he met the glance of his old enemy, Pietro.
"It is Pietro," he said, quickly, touching the arm of his companion.
Pietro had not been certain till then that it was Phil.

It looked like him, to be sure, but his new clothing and general appearance made such a difference between him and the Phil of former days that he would have supposed it only an accidental resemblance.

But Phil's evident recognition of him convinced him of his identity.