"I'll get Harry to help me," pursued Jack; "you'll have proper attendants when you are installed in the palace. Remember what we agreed upon last night; we are to pass off as your two sons, under the names of Yakoob and Haroun Pasha."
"Just so," said Mole; "but I expected a larger escort than those half a dozen men there. I would not go through this, my boy, if I thought future history would not give me a glorious page."
"Oh, don't fear, sir, this will be something grand for you; at the gate of the town you will be met by a regular guard of honour."
With the combined assistance of Jack and Harry, Mole was fully invested with his Oriental robes, with which he stumped downstairs as gracefully as a moving bundle of clothes.
His escort consisted of six spahis, most of them black, and headed by the messenger of the day before.
"Jack, my dear boy," said Mole, "at last my time has arrived to become a great man in the eyes of the world."
"Right you are, sir," replied Jack. "On you go, my noble pasha."
As soon as Mole was mounted, the chief spahi gave the word, and the imposing cavalcade set off at a quick trot.
In two hours they had arrived at the primitive and sequestered town of Alla-hissar.
CHAPTER LXXV.