“A message for me?” he said. “Who from?”
“You should know,” said the black man, in astonishingly good English. “Look at me. We have met.”
“Why, it’s Assouan!” cried Merriwell.
“I am Assouan,” bowed the black man.
“But here—what are you doing here? How did you get here?”
“I came from my master, the great sheik.”
“But he is in flight. He——”
“He sent me.”
“Why?”
“I bring a message from him.”