Roque, looking at his watch, turned to Billy, just behind him, remarking:
"That much in fifty minutes is not often recorded—of these things they shall sing on the Rhine."
In Bremen the boys paid grateful tribute to rest after the strain and stress to which they had been put by their relentless taskmaster.
"I feel," said Billy, "like the hump between my shoulders is going to be permanent, and I couldn't keep my elbows down to save my soul."
"If I could only get the whirr out of my ears, I'd be satisfied," was Henri's complaint.
It was not long, however, before the boys found relief from the kinks in their backs, and were ready and eager for the next move in their adventurous careers.
Just around the corner from their hotel was the very café where they had the thrill of seeing Anglin's face in the mirror while they were dining there with Roque.
"Wouldn't it be funny if Anglin were to bob up again while we are here?"
"I think, Billy, that it would be a tragedy if Roque had any inkling of it."