“Dunno’s I kin. I’m kainder thick-headed.”
“Why, she may not be a native of this country at all—she may be an English or American girl.”
“Great gosh!”
“And she may be a captive. It is possible she has been kidnaped for the harem of some miserable old Moor. The thought makes my blood boil. Ephraim, we have a mission in Morocco. It is to find that girl and rescue her, if needs be. We will do it!”
“We will do it!”
Before the eyes of the wondering rabble the dauntless boys clasped hands.
CHAPTER II.
FRANK SEEKS INFORMATION.
When they looked around for the guide whom they had employed to lead them to the only European hotel in the city it was found that the fellow had fled, affrighted by the encounter which had taken place in the square.
The boys were about to look for another guide when, with cries of surprise and joy, a small, red-whiskered man, dressed in a tourist’s traveling suit, such as is worn in hot countries, came hurrying toward them.