They were a strange mixture of Turks, Arabs and Egyptians and looked upon the Pegasus as something supernatural.
The airship sank down until she hovered over the house tops, and Frank went out on deck.
In a square below he observed several white men dressed like himself, and among them a stout German in the blue uniform and brass buttons of a ship captain.
As soon as Frank’s glance rested upon this man he came to the conclusion that he was the captain of the Khedive.
To assure himself, he shouted, in German:
“Hey, captain, we have just come from your steamer at Alexandria!”
“You don’t say so!” replied the other, in surprise.
Then he began asking the usual questions about the Pegasus, her object and so forth.
“The man we want is with you!” said the inventor.
“Oh, no,” replied the captain. “He was with me.”