Frank was a trifle skeptical now as to the real existence of Mazendla.
But he reasoned that it would do no great harm to give at least another week to exploration.
In that time, no doubt, Tony would be satisfied, and then of course would willingly return.
So Frank extended his hand.
“All right, Tony,” he declared, “I am with you.”
“Good for you, old pard!” cried Buckden, joyfully. “I knew you would do it. Now for Mazendla.”
“But I must say I have no idea of the location of the city.”
“But I do.”
“You do?”
“Yes.”