Thus, after summing up, John is compelled to admit with a groan that he knows absolutely nothing about the case, and is in a position to learn little more.
He is a man of action, however, and can not bear to see minutes pass without at least an effort to utilize them.
Can they follow the track?
It is a possible solution of the problem, although it promises to be hard work.
Then, again, he thinks of his companion. How far may the Gaul be trusted? He has known Frenchmen who were brave; he has a good opinion of them as a fighting nation, and yet this individual specimen may not turn out to be a warrior.
With the hope of getting an ally, then, he turns to the subject of his anxiety.
"Monsieur Constans."
"I am here."
"Your words have come true. Arab robbers have, I fear, carried off my friends."
"Mon Dieu! it ees sad."