“Then we shall be safe.”
“Maybe killed, but ma foi, got to die some day.”
“That is so.”
“Still, Sainte Marie, we do not want to go to the next world too soon.”
The engagement of the Arabs was arranged.
Leronge went away to see about it.
At that moment Jack, who was looking out of the window, saw two travel-stained travelers approaching the Hotel Calabar.
He altered a cry of delight.
They were Harry Girdwood and Monday.
Here was a glad surprise.