When his excitement had subsided a bit, the little man began to scold. He soundly berated the boy for running off to South America without permission and continuing over the world on his own hook.
Frank listened quietly, a smile on his face.
“There, there, professor,” he finally said. “What’s the use of making a fuss about it. Wait till we get to the hotel, and I will explain more fully why I went to South America.”
So the professor led the way to the hotel.
The professor had obtained a native servant by the name of Azza, and the fellow was immediately dispatched for the luggage of the two boys, being given a written order by them.
While waiting for the luggage, the trio talked matters over.
Azza returned with the luggage in due time.
Both lads lost no time in exchanging their clothing for suits of white duck, suitable for the climate.
“There!” exclaimed Ephraim. “I feel better, by gum! Them wet duds warn’t comfortable.”
A square meal followed, and then Frank told the professor of their adventure since arriving in Tangier.