“It was our duty to protect the girl,” he said; “but now it would be an absolute relief if we knew where to find this Englishman, Cavendish. There is going to be a great rumpus over this, and we may find ourselves in a pickle because we took the part of this maid of Athens.”
“The Maid of Athens!” exclaimed Brad. “That’s the title for her! It fits her. By the great Panhandle! if it wasn’t for Nadia Budthorne——”
Dick laughed.
“Brad, you’re smashed! She has a fellow—Cavendish. And that is not mentioning Maro.”
“Hang Maro! He doesn’t count any whatever.”
“But Cavendish does.”
“He’s lost in the shuffle.”
“Well, there is Nadia, and you——”
“She’s all right!” exclaimed Brad sincerely; “but she isn’t here, and I opine I’ve got a right to admire the Maid of Athens some.”
“But no right to make love to her.”