When Professor Scotch heard the story, he was appalled.
“Mercy me! mercy me!” he gasped, holding up his hands. “I had much better taken you to the Moulin Rouge! There you could not have been in such danger.”
To Frank it seemed like a fantastic dream. He could scarcely realize that all those events had actually taken place.
“Anyway, I have seen enough of Paris, and I am ready to move on,” he said.
“Me, too, by gum!” nodded Ephraim Gallup.
No time was lost in quitting the city.
Frank had already made up his mind where to go next.
“I want to see something of Spain,” he said. “Let us go to Madrid.”
“Any sport there?” queried Ephraim.
“Well, I reckon there is a little,” returned Frank. He was thinking of the bull fights, of which he had often read.