“How are we going, Uncle George?”
“On camels.”
“On camels!” Only the fact that he was attached to a Museum expedition kept Perry from doing a war-dance on the spot. “And am I going to ride on a camel?”
“You’re certainly not going to ride on anything else. What do you suppose you’re going to ride, a broncho? You seem to forget that this is Egypt, my boy.”
“But a camel, a real, live camel. Gee!”
“Maybe you won’t like it so well after a while,” retorted his uncle with a grim smile. He had ridden camels before.
“Oh, won’t I!”
“We’ll see to-morrow night.”
“Why, Uncle George? Do they buck?”
“I never saw a camel try to buck,” the professor answered. “On the whole, I think it’s fortunate they’ve never learned the trick. Here’s the camel market now. Tell me what you think of them, Perry.”