“Stop!” cried the doctor quickly. “Tell the Emir to stay that I may thank him, Ibrahim.”
The chief turned and shook his head.
“It is enough that the great Hakim will take my little gifts,” he said, and he gravely passed out of the room.
“Then they are grateful,” said the professor, “and I beg their pardon, both of them. What have they sent for you? Rich rugs and silk and muslins, I suppose, and—”
“Never mind them,” cried Frank in an excited whisper. “I have it now!”
“What?” said the doctor earnestly.
“The idea for getting near poor Hal.”
“Ah!” cried the professor, as excited as the speaker, for Frank’s manner carried conviction. “What is it?”
“A present to the young Emir’s friend for saving our lives.”
“But how’s that going to bring you into contact with poor Harry?”