He was interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps, and immediately retired with his father into one of the corners referred to.
"It is only two streets further on," said a low voice, which sounded familiar in the ears of the listeners. "There you shall be safe, for Jacob Mordecai is a trusty friend, and I will go see how it fares with our-"
"'Tis Bacri," whispered Lucien, as the voice died away in the distance.
"We must not lose sight of him," said Francisco, darting out.
Lucien outran his father, and quickly overtook Bacri and another man, who was completely enveloped in the folds of a burnous, such as was then, and still is, worn by the Bedouin Arabs.
On hearing the footsteps in pursuit, Bacri and his companion had commenced to run, but perceiving that only two men followed them, they turned and stood in an attitude of defence. He who wore the burnous flung back the hood, and, freeing his sword-arm from its folds, displayed to the astonished gaze of Lucien and Francisco the face and form of Mariano.
"Father!" he exclaimed; "Lucien!"
"Mariano!" cried Francisco, throwing his arms round his younger son and giving him a hearty kiss on each cheek.
