FRANK MERRIWELL IN EUROPE.
CHAPTER I.
THE ARRIVAL AT TANGIER.
“Hurrah, Ephraim, here we are at last!”
It was Frank Merriwell who spoke. He was standing on the deck of a steamer which was approaching the coast of Morocco. Beside him stood his old chum and former schoolmate, Ephraim Gallup, from Vermont.
“Is thet Tangier?” came from Ephraim, as he gazed ashore with interest.
“It is.”
“Funny looking place, I must say. Not a bit like the United States. But it’s a heap sight better nor them places we stopped at in South Africy, by gosh.”
“Let us hope so. I trust we have a more quiet time here than we did there.”
“Great catfish, Frank, so do I! Why, it was awful, the things thet happened to us in Africy. No, I don’t want no more sech happenin’s in mine, by gum!”