“Lose not a second,” he ordered. “We must overtake that carriage.”
Buckhart was burning with impatience, but he bemoaned the fact that they were not armed.
“Oh, for a brace of revolvers now!” he cried. “If we had the guns we certain would take that girl away from them.”
“We’ll take her anyhow,” declared Dick grimly.
Brad did not ask how they were going to do it, for he had perfect confidence in his bosom friend. If Dick said they would do a thing, that settled it—it was as good as done.
So it happened that in a very few moments the two daring American boys were mounted and riding at a breathless gallop along the street of that Greek city.
The carriage had disappeared from view some time before, but the boys kept on, hoping fortune might be with them.
Not far from the outskirts of the city Dick paused to question some laborers. One of the men could speak good English, and he immediately declared that he remembered the carriage. He directed them, and they were soon galloping onward once more.
The street they now followed quickly brought them to the open country outside the city. In the distance lay some low, rugged hills, which from that point seemed rather barren and forbidding. The road led up a steep incline.
“Pard,” said Brad, “I’m sure afraid we’ve missed them. We can’t see anything of them anywhere.”