“Yes.”
“I think you might stay with us instead of chasing after a girl you never saw until this morning,” complained Nanny.
“I am not due there until four,” laughed Clif. “It’s now one, and we will have almost three hours in which to do the city. What more do you want, youngster?”
Nanny was compelled to acknowledge contentment, and the trio of friends strolled about the streets and visited the great cathedral, and conducted themselves much as boys do under similar circumstances.
At half-past three Clif called a carriage in front of the Praça do Dom Pedro, the principal square of Lisbon, and gave the driver a card upon which he had written Miss Windom’s address.
“I’ll meet you at six or thereabouts on the dock, chums,” he called back to Joy and Nanny. “Take care of yourselves and don’t get into any scrapes.”
“I have a contract to punch Judson Greene’s head if I run across him,” growled Joy. “He’s ashore, you know.”
“Yes. I saw him. But don’t waste any time getting into a row with the fellow,” replied Faraday. “He isn’t worth it. Ta! ta!”
They stood for a moment, and watched him whirl away, then they sadly turned and sauntered across the square.
If either had continued watching the carriage a trifle longer they might have seen something rather surprising.