Hartley kept on his way to Fulton Ferry, Dan following at a prudent distance.
Had Hartley looked back, he would have suspected nothing, for he had not penetrated Dan's disguise, and would therefore have been quite at a loss to understand any connection between the street musician and himself.
They both boarded the same ferry-boat, and landed in Brooklyn together.
At this moment Hartley turned round, and his glance fell upon Dan.
"Hallo! you here?" he said, with surprise.
"Si, signor," answered Dan, bowing deferentially.
"What brings you to Brooklyn?"
"I sing, I play," said our hero.
"And you do both abominably."
"I no understand English," said Dan.