“I guess not,” rejoined Nat, with such vigor that the fellow fell back a pace, “I’ve had all I want of guides in this place.”
As Nat walked along, he felt the back of his neck, where he had been struck, for it was becoming quite painful.
“Good thing the force of that blow was mostly wasted on my shoulder,” he said to himself, “or I might have been knocked unconscious in good earnest. As it was, it was a lucky thing I shammed insensibility, or I might have got another tap.”
CHAPTER XIV.
OFF ON THEIR STRANGE VOYAGE.
“Well, boys, everything appears to be all right.”
It was morning in the large compound, or garden, adjoining the consul’s house, and our adventurers were grouped about an odd collection of articles that had formed the contents of several big packing cases.
“By the way,” put in Mr. Stowe, who had been an interested spectator of the unpacking of the cases, “I have news for you, Master Trevor.”
“What is it?” inquired Nat, whose shoulders still felt a bit stiff and sore, but was otherwise in fine fettle.
“The police say that they will arrest that man who struck you—to-morrow.”