“Begorra,” said Barney, “it’s a long chase he do be afther givin’ us, an’ me a-thinkin’ that we’d only have ter catch ther spalpeen on ther say whin he tuck ther forst shtaimer.”
“Gwine ter run us all de way roun’ de worl’!” growled Pomp, angrily. “Spec we won’t cotch him eben den.”
They were all provoked, surprised and nettled over the persistence with which the rascal eluded them.
Several days passed by.
The Pegasus crossed Italy and Turkey, and going over the Mediterranean in the night the Pharos was sighted.
The flying machine sank down over the ships in the harbor, and the searchlight flashed down upon them.
All the crews were frightened.
Frank carefully examined every one of the ships until he found the one he wanted.
It was the Khedive.
Over her the airship paused.