“Begorra, that’s something that ivery man can’t say!” he exclaimed, with twinkling eyes. “I went out to get one leopard and was the cause av baggin’ four av thim. Shure, I’ll have wan av thim skins tanned and sind it to the Pope, so I will.”
“You are a pretty good decoy for leopards,” laughed young Buckden. “By Jove, Barney, you’re a valuable man.”
“Have yez jist discovered that?” retorted the quick-witted Irishman.
It required but a short time for Barney and Pomp to take off the leopards’ skins.
There was a skin for each of them, and they were carefully stowed away in the wagon.
Once more the Steam Man went on down the broad avenue.
There were many other streets diverging from this one, but they were more narrow and had not the appearance of this one.
It was deemed best to keep to the main thoroughfare.
At intervals a halt was called before some wonderful building of curious architecture and time was spent in studying it.
“Look here, Buckden!” said Frank, finally, “how is this? What of that temple you wrote me about, which was so abundantly stocked with anacondas?”