"No, the monk—I mean the soldiers."
"Boom!" roared a gun.
There was no answer to it, and Dan, wondering, asked a citizen what the meaning of the shot might be.
"One o'clock, me lad," was the answer.
Sam laughed aloud.
"Do—do they announce the hours here by firing guns?" he questioned.
"They do."
"Then—then I guess I would prefer to sleep at sea. What do you think of that?"
"It certainly is a curious custom," agreed Dan.
The boys wandered about the quaint town, peering into out-of-the-way places, talking with a soldier here and there, when they found one who was willing to unbend sufficiently to answer their questions.