They had not proceeded much farther when Buckhart stopped, a look of gloom in his eyes.
“Whatever are we going to do?” he inquired.
“We must get out of the city just as fast as we can,” declared Gunn. “By this time it must be known that we escaped from the hotel and how we escaped.”
“That’s a fact,” nodded Dick.
“But we can’t leave the city without Nadia and her brother,” protested Brad. “We can’t leave them here in this nest of crazy fools, to be butchered!”
“We must leave them to Assouan,” said Merriwell. “I believe he will get them out of Damascus.”
“I don’t know about that—I doubt it! He skipped in a hurry to save his own black head.”
“For which we cannot blame him greatly. What have we done that he should risk his life as far as he did for us?”
“Why, we sort of resuscitated his old master when the whole bunch thought him killed.”
“And for that Ras al Had sent Assouan back into Damascus, with instructions to aid us in escaping from the city, if possible. Assouan stuck by us longer than I thought he would. But after he left us it is probable he hurried to Nadia and Budthorne and guided them out of the city.”