“I’ve half a mind to give him a break,” started Bob, but Joe pulled him back.
“If we want to see any of this town we’ll have to be at it,” Joe said, leading the way down the street.
The narrow ways were lined with shops and bazaars, offering the shopper a wide variety of commodities.
“But most of the things they sell you don’t want,” smiled Bob, glancing at a counter laden with coarse native food.
The youths noticed that certain streets were devoted to the selling of certain products. For instance, one avenue was lined with shops displaying brassware.
“It ought to be easy to find what you want,” grinned Joe. “Just walk down one street and you will have a large choice of the same thing.”
The boys spent nearly a half-hour in the native quarter. Finally Bob suggested that they get back to the hotel, and his friend was also in favor.
In a short time they were back in the hostelry and proceeded to go to their rooms. But they were scarcely at the doors when the sound of footsteps came to their ears. The next moment Dr. Kirshner came into view.
“Hello,” greeted Bob, and then his jaw dropped.