“You’re all right,” Frank told Jack in great admiration, as the three gazed out over the water. “I had given up all hope of getting away alive. I don’t see how you ever managed it.”
“Nor I,” said Hetherington. “I know Frank and I couldn’t have done it together.”
Jack laughed modestly.
“A little thinking is all that’s necessary,” he replied.
“Well, you are quite a thinker,” said Frank; “but it strikes me you are something of a fighter besides.”
“What shall we do now?” broke in Hetherington.
“I suppose I had better get home,” replied Jack. “Besides, we are not far from there. You had both better come with me.”
“I want to get back to Naples,” declared Frank.
“And I must get to Nalut, Tripoli, at the earliest possible moment,” declared Hetherington.
“Nalut!” exclaimed Jack. “Why, we can’t be far from there now. It’s close to my home. I have been there several times.”