"Ali-Noury Pacha here?" he said, looking earnestly at Louis, for he had been generally confined to his duties below, and had not heard the news that the Pacha's yacht had gone to the southward three weeks before.
"The Grand Mogul is not here now," replied Louis, laughing at the fears of the young Spaniard. "His steam-yacht has probably gone back to Mogadore."
"Sure?" persisted Felipe.
"I am sure the Fatimé is not here, though I am not sure where she has gone. Besides, he has sold the Salihé to the man in the pilot-house, and he has no claim to her," Louis explained.
"I don't know; the Grand Mogul is a bad man; I am afraid," added the engineer, shaking his head doubtfully.
"He cannot harm you now."
"He send me back to Mogadore; he whip me on the feet; he put me in the prison," continued Felipe.
"He cannot touch you here."
"I am not so sure of that," interposed Uncle Moses, the lawyer. "He could be arrested for stealing the steam-yacht;" but the trustee spoke in a low tone, so that the Spaniard could not hear him, and he could not yet speak or understand English very readily.
"He could in Morocco, but not here, under the British flag," suggested Louis.