“Well, for genuine downright foolhardiness!” began the professor.
“You should remember that I was in the company of Azza, your trusted servant,” said Frank, smiling grimly.
“Hang that rascal! If I ever get hold of him— Well, he will wish I hadn’t! He ought to be horse-whipped!”
“He’d oughter be shot!” cried Ephraim.
“Well, I scarcely fancy we shall see him again while we remain in Tangier,” said Frank, quietly. “That does not worry me nearly so much as the mystery that surrounds the Pearl of Tangier. If I do not find a way to solve that mystery I shall regret it all my life. She must be saved from those miserable old Moors.”
“It is easy to say that, my boy; but how are we to save her?”
“You must lay the case before the United States Consul, professor.”
“What good would that do? He would have no right to interfere between a girl and her uncle, who is her lawful guardian. It is not possible for us to help her now.”
“That’s pleasant! But you do not know, professor.”
“I know that we are going to get out of this city as soon as possible. You will be killed if we remain here much longer.”