“All right, dad; I’ll be as sober as a judge and as full of fun as an undertaker.”
“For your own sake be careful.”
“I will, dad. That is, as careful as I can be.”
CHAPTER II.
EMIN BEY’S ESCAPE.
When the passengers landed, a rabble of donkey drivers met them.
No more clever, impudent little gossoons exist on the face of the earth than these same Arab donkey boys.
They hit upon the nationality of the stranger almost intuitively.
An American who had never been in Egypt before, was looking at the surging, struggling lot of donkey drivers with wonder, when one of them pushed forward and addressed him as follows:
“I’se looking for you, sah. Here he is; my donkey is the one Pasha Grant rode on; him called ‘Yankee Doodle.’”
“Get away with yer. Can’t yer see the bey will only ride on Hail Columbia?”