“For the matter of that,” cried the professor testily, “how are you to manage?”
“I don’t know yet, but in a way I have been introduced there, and have stood close to the poor fellow. Why may I not manage to go there again? The Emir’s son would take me anywhere I wished.”
“That is true, Fred,” said the doctor quietly.
“We cannot set anyone else to do this,” cried Frank warmly. “This must be my task.”
“Well, I daresay you are right,” said the professor; “your black skin is a passport anywhere. But you must act at once.”
“If I can,” said Frank gravely. “There must be no undue haste.”
“There I don’t agree with you, my dear boy,” said the professor, “for these Emirs, even if they have homes in the city, are here to-day and gone to-morrow, in these warlike times. They are wandering people, and it would be horrible to awaken some morning and find that poor Hal was gone.”
“But we could trace him now,” said the doctor warmly. “Hah! One begins to breathe freely now that there is a bit of blue sky among the clouds.”
“Well, perhaps you are right, Frank,” said the professor, in a more satisfied tone. “The lead belongs to you too after this discovery, but you must be careful, lad.”
“Try and trust me,” was the reply; “but even now I am ready to think it was all a dream.”