"'Leven dollars' worth," answered Dan sheepishly. "Are you still hungry?"
"Hungry? No; I've lost my appetite; I've changed my mind. I shan't dare get another appetite while I am in Paris. Say, it's lucky they locked us up in the brig over at police headquarters, isn't it?"
"Why?"
"Because we'd be about a million dollars in debt by this time. Whew, but they've got the original get-rich-quick scheme in this burg. Come on; let's go out in the park where we will not see things to eat. They excite me too much. I'm liable to lose control of myself and eat again. If I change my mind again we're lost."
As they stepped out a group of men made a sudden rush toward them.
"Guide, guide, guide, sir—guide? Have a guide? Show you all the sights of Paris——"
"We do not wish a guide, thank you," answered Dan.
"Guide, guide, guide, guide——"
"Say, why didn't you fellows come around, last night?" demanded Sam. "We needed a guide then. We don't now. We've been guided up against pretty nearly everything that ever happened, as it is."
By this time others of the same sort had hurried to the scene. All were shouting at once. It seemed as if all the guides in Paris had congregated in front of the Café de la Paix for the sole purpose of waylaying the unsuspecting Battleship Boys.