Even the gravity of the errand upon which they had come could not quite make our friends insensible to the novelty and beauty of the scene.
“Will you choose to have breakfast before you go on shore?” inquired the master, coming to the side of the two gentlemen, as they stood on deck looking out upon the harbor, with its little shipping, and the town, with its quaint Anglo-French streets and houses, while they waited for the boat to be got ready.
“Breakfast? No, thank you, not even if it was on the table; for there, I think our boat is ready now,” answered the General.
And he went to the side of the yacht, and followed by Dick and the two detectives, descended into the boat.
They were rapidly rowed to the shore.
There were no cabs in sight.
“What is to be done now?” inquired the General.
“There is nothing for it, but to walk up into the town, and over it, if necessary,” answered Dick.
“Luckily for us all, that may be done without much bodily fatigue. It is not a very large place,” remarked the General.
“If you please, gentlemen, I think we had better look for our men at the hotels. It is still so early that they can scarcely have started on their dueling adventure,” suggested one of the detectives.