Marlowe saw that it was getting dangerous for him, and was anxious to get away.
"The boy may shift for himself," he said. "If you take so much interest in him you can take care of him."
These last words were addressed to the sailor.
He turned on his heel, and hoped to get away without further trouble.
"Stop, there!" said the officer. "We haven't done with you yet."
"What do you want?" demanded Marlowe, endeavoring to conceal his alarm under an air of surly bravado.
"I want to know who you are."
"I'm a sailor."
"Then you're a land sailor," retorted the true son of Neptune.
"Is he a sailor?" asked the officer of Julius.