“Death! A fellow can always find some way to kill himself.”
Dick was thinking of the horrible word picture of slavery in Arabia that Miguel Bunol had painted.
“I don’t like to think about it!” muttered Merriwell, his face rather pale. “Let’s do something.”
“There is only one thing more left for us to do in Egypt, boys,” said the professor.
“What’s that?”
“Why, you might take an excursion up the Nile.”
“We might?”
“Yes.”
“How about you?”
“I hardly think I’ll try it.”