He instantly ceased playing, and, with eager exultation, advanced to capture him.

Phil would have been alarmed but for his confidence in the doctor's protection.
"I have got you at last, scelerato," said Pietro, roughly, grasping Phil by the shoulder with a hostile glance.
The doctor instantly seized him by the collar, and hurled him back.
"What do you mean by assaulting my son ?" he demanded, coolly.
Pietro was rather astonished at this unexpected attack.
"He is my brother," he said.

"He must go back with me." "He is not your brother.

If you touch him again, I will hand you to the police." "He ran away from my uncle," said Pietro.
"Your uncle should have treated him better." "He stole a fiddle," said Pietro, doggedly.
"He had paid for it over and over again," said the doctor.

"Phil, come along.