“That would be fine but for one consideration,” said Jack.
“And what is that?”
“Funds, old boy, dollars and cents. I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty well down to my limit.”
“Same here. Say, you’ve got to be rich to enjoy these places, Jack.”
“I begin to think so, too,” declared his chum.
CHAPTER XV.
AN ADVENTURE—
The boys were walking briskly down a tree-bordered, rather badly lighted street in the residential quarter as this conversation took place. They had been to the home of a friend of Captain Bracebridge with a confidential note. The man to whom they had taken the message had been absent at the theater. As they had a verbal message to deliver, too, and supposed that it, like the note, was confidential, they had not wished to confide it to a servant but had decided to wait. It was, therefore, late when, their errand completed, they started back on a lonely walk through the residential section to the ship.
The good folk of Antwerp go to bed early. No one else was on the street as the boys hurried along. Tree shadows lay across the road in black patches, where there were lights brilliant enough to effect such results.