Nadia laughed.
“And I’m not Carry Nation,” she said.
“They are not calling us names like that,” smiled Dick. “Haven’t you discovered that those are the names other travelers have applied to the donkeys?”
“Oh, is that it?” said Buckhart, with apparent relief. “Why, I’ve happened to take the same donkey both times before, when I’ve not walked, and the driver kept shouting Cha’ncey Depoo, so I thought he meant me.”
“He was talking to the donkey.”
“Shall we take the donkeys to the hill?” asked Nadia.
“Of course we will,” nodded Dunbar. “Pick your beast.”
“Well, I like the looks of this boy,” said the girl; “so I’ll choose him.”
“Girl-like,” chuckled her brother, “she chooses by the looks of the boy, instead of the donkey.”
Amid the confusion a man dressed in English clothes, yet with a decidedly Turkish face, came out of the hotel and stood on the steps, watching them.