CHAPTER XXI.
SHE CALLS HIM JOHN NOW.
When the news of the battle is known in Algiers, great excitement abounds.

There are many sympathizers of Bab Azoun among the native population, and in some quarters their ugly teeth are shown; but France has too secure a hold of Algeria not to be ready for such an emergency, and her troops parade the streets, armed for battle.
Consequently no demonstration on the part of the natives is attempted.
Among the foreigners, and in the better circles of merchants and traders, there is great rejoicing over the victory, for it has long been dangerous to travel in the region of the coast because of the bold forays of this same Bab Azoun.

They hope his power will now be broken, and that perhaps the outlaw himself may be dead.
In the morning our friends gather for breakfast.

John alone is absent, nor do they know what has become of him, for the clerk of the hotel informs them that the Chicagoan was early astir.
He comes in before they are done eating, but volunteers no information concerning his wanderings, so that they of course conclude he has only been for a walk.
Sir Lionel seems rather shy.

Most men upon making such a dismal failure on two separate occasions, would probably be willing to give up the game, but there is something of the bull-dog about Sir Lionel.