“Heh! Amerikaner,” he began, “do you get a half holiday to-morrow?”
“Yes,” I answered.
“I’m going to take Hans out for a moonlight view of the Pyramids. It’s full moon, and all the companies are sending out tally-ho parties. Want to go along?”
I did, of course. The next afternoon I left the Asile in company with the two. At the door of the office I stopped to pay my lodging for the coming night.
“Never mind that,” said Adolph, the man who had invited us. “We’ll sleep out there.”
“Eh?” cried Hans and I.
Egypt—A young Arab climbing down the pyramid.
Adolph pushed open the gate, and we followed.
“Suppose you’ll pay our lodging at the Mena House out there?” grinned Hans, as we crossed the Kasr-el-Nil bridge.