“That right.”
“It’s up to us, Brad,” said Merriwell, “to find Charlie Cavendish as soon as possible.”
“I opine it is,” nodded the Texan.
“In the meantime,” said the professor, “we’ll all be arrested for kidnapping the girl. Boys, boys, is it impossible for you to keep out of scrapes?”
“I’m afraid it is,” confessed Dick.
[CHAPTER XXIV.—MARO AND TYRUS.]
Having beaten off the two Greeks, neither of the boys had a thought of surrendering the girl. They were determined to protect her, no matter what happened, until they could get word to Cavendish, who, she asserted, was somewhere in Athens.
Tyrus made no objection when he saw the lads and the old professor departing with the girl in their midst. He sat up, staring after them, a wicked look on his face.
Barely had Zenas, the boys, and the girl disappeared from view when Maro reappeared amid the ruins of the Parthenon and ran swiftly to the spot where Tyrus sat.
“Why do you sit thus?” he demanded. “Did you not see them taking Flavia away?”