“With pleasure,” said Jack.
He related all that had happened to him, and Leronge sympathized with him.
“Monsieur,” he exclaimed, earnestly, “you have had a bitter experience and a narrow escape. These sacre pirates of the Red Sea are capable of any villainy. I should like to have you as a guest for weeks—months—years, but though it will be my loss, I advise you strongly to get away.”
“I do not know where to go.”
“Have you friends in Mecca?”
“Yes, but they are possibly on the sea searching for me.”
“You are puzzled.”
“Dreadfully so. I cannot make up my mind how to act.”
“The pirates will get your money and capture you again to obtain more if you stay here.”
“Will you help me?”