A wide thoroughfare led along by the bay. It had the usual characteristics of a waterfront street. Irregular rows of buildings crowded between high, gloomy warehouses, ship-chandlers' stores and sail lofts were prominently in view, while empty casks, sending forth odors of tar, sugar and other commodities, stood against cellar ways and on the curb. The street was crowded with drays and trucks, and altogether presented an interesting sight to the boys.
"Kingswood isn't like this, is it?" exclaimed Nat, his eyes flashing with pleasure. "Some life here. Christopher! I'd like to stay a couple of weeks."
"Going to a hotel now, Bob?" ventured Tom Clifton.
"Might as well," put in Dick; "then we can get washed up a bit, before sallying out to see the sights."
They crossed a wide street, dodging between the vehicles, then turned along it, passed under a railroad bridge, and, at length, reached a busy section of the city.
Electric cars whizzed along; on every side there was something of interest to see.
At the junction of Main and State Streets, the boys came to a stop.
"Which way?" queried Tom Clifton.
"Any way," laughed Bob; "feel kind of lost, Tommy?"
"Makes a fellow sick of a little place like Kingswood," said Nat.