It did not take the two long to reach Grant Avenue, and up this they turned. Then their eyes were given another treat.
Northward for many blocks stretched a line on both sides of the street of pagoda-like structures that were distinctly Oriental. Many of the shops displayed colorful electric signs, often in Chinese. On the sidewalks were more than a few people of the yellow race.
“So this is Chinatown.” Bob was taking in the scene with interest.
“Sure is different,” observed Joe. “Even New York doesn’t have anything quite like this.”
The youths walked on until they came to a little shop that exhibited the words “Pong Lee Co.” Here they stopped.
“This must be the place,” said Joe. “At any rate, it has the same street number that I have down on this paper.”
“O. K. Let’s go in.”
As the boys make their way through the curious doorway, let us have a word about them and their experiences up to the present, as related in the preceding volumes of The Exploration Series.
Bob, usually the leader of the two, was a shade over six feet tall, with huge, powerful shoulders that were now bronzed from his life in the open. His bright blue eyes and regular features displayed a frank, open disposition that won favor with everyone.
Joe, about the same age, was of medium size, with a dark complexion that was now still further darkened by the tropical sun. He was of much lighter build than his friend, but was tough and wiry. He seldom started a task without finishing it.