“Certainly,” was the reply.
“That is well, for up beyond there is a way to an old temple, and a number of caves where people must have been living.”
“But where is the road up?” said Lawrence.
“Along that rough ledge,” replied Yussuf. “I will go first. Would it not be better if the young effendi stayed below? The height is great, the road dangerous; and not only is it hot, but there are many serpents up among the ledges of the rock.”
“What do you say, Lawrence?” said the professor.
“He is going to stop down with me,” said Mr Burne shortly.
“No, sir; I am going up,” replied Lawrence. “I may never be able to see such wonders as these again.”
“But, my dear boy, if you climb up here, I must go too,” cried Mr Burne.
“Come along, then, sir,” cried Lawrence laughing; “the place looks so interesting I would not miss going up for the world.”
“Humph! I know I shall be broken before I’ve done,” muttered Mr Burne, taking out his handkerchief for a good blow; but glancing back in the direction where they had left the horses, he altered his mind, as if he dreaded the consequences, and replacing the silken square, he uttered a low sigh, and prepared to climb.