“What was that?”
“That I would leave the country immediately.”
“We can’t leave it any too quick to suit me, b’gosh!” cried Ephraim.
“We will start immediately—at once,” fluttered the professor.
Finding Frank was at liberty, Ephraim seemed quite changed. He declared that they would be foolish to remain where they were in danger of being stabbed in the back at any time. Once more his former fear of the Spaniards came over him, and the professor was astonished by his altered manner and language.
“Oh, there is no great rush,” smiled Frank. “They finally gave me forty-eight hours in which to leave Madrid.”
“It’s too much,” declared Professor Scotch. “We will go as soon as we can get a train.”
“That will not be to-night.”
“Is there no train out of Madrid to-night?”
“Oh, yes; but we have no time to bundle up and rush away on it. Besides that, I want a good night’s rest. We have done nothing but hustle around since coming here, and I mean to be fresh when we start out.”