“Can you do that, Assouan?” he asked.
“So I have said.”
“Wait a moment; let me consult with my friend.”
He drew Buckhart aside.
“Brad,” he said, “I have an idea.”
“Fire her at me, partner,” invited the Texan.
“If old Abraham can do the trick—if he can bring disguises enough—why should not we all make up and endeavor to get away before we are apprehended by order of the governing Pasha? Old Abraham will do almost anything for money. Let him bring disguises for us, for the professor, and for Budthorne and Nadia. He ought to know how to rig us up so we can pass through the streets without bringing the fanatics down on us. I’ll instruct Assouan to bring the old Jew here in a hurry.”
“It’s worth trying, Dick. Anything to save Nadia!”
Merriwell turned to the black messenger.
“Is Abraham a man of education?” he asked.