Captain Raymond, who had been more than once in Cairo itself, pronounced the scene an exact copy of what was to be found there, and they presently learned that the doors and wooden-grated windows had been brought bodily from that city.

They could see projecting balconies, mysterious archways, airy loggias, and tiny shops filled to overflowing with such things as many a one would want to buy, and being in easy circumstances they bought a number of articles such as were not too heavy or cumbersome to be easily carried.

Soon, however, their attention was turned to the crowds in the streets.  Near by was a donkey and camel stand—­donkeys standing and camels lying down in their own peculiar fashion.

“Oh, what funny fellows!” laughed little Ned.

“Yes,” said his father, “those are camels.  Would you like to take a ride on one?”

“No, sir; I might fall off.”

“Yes, Ned, and hurt yourself; maybe break your leg; and it would take even Cousin Arthur a good while to mend it; so that you would miss the pleasure of going about with the rest of us,” said Walter.

“I don’t want to ride just now,” said Ned, “but if I did I’d rather try one of those little horses.”

“Donkeys, Ned,” corrected his sister Lucilla, “and what little fellows they are! no bigger than Max’s dog Prince!”

“Oh, see!” cried Rosie with a merry laugh, “that one going down the street knocked against that big fat man and almost upset him.”

“Notice the drivers,” said Evelyn, “all so swarthy and with such black eyes, naked feet, long caftans, fez, and turbans.  And what a keen watch they keep for customers.  Evidently they do not despise American dollars, dimes, or cents.”

“No, indeed! not they,” said Walter.  “Oh, there are a couple who evidently contemplate taking a ride on a camel; see, the young fellow seems to be bargaining with one of the drivers; and how the people are crowding round to look and listen!”

“What’s the price?” they heard the young man ask.  They did not catch the reply, but he went on with his questions:  “Will he bite?  Is he quite tame?  Is there any danger at all?”

“No-a bite,” returned the driver; “good camel,” and as he spoke he reached for the girl, who shrank back a little.  But he quickly lifted her to the saddle and showed her how to hold on.

Then the young man climbed up behind her, reached around her waist and seized the hand-hold as if determined that nothing should tear it from his grasp.

The girl noticed it and grew more frightened, turning a trifle paler and asking:  “Is there any danger?”

But the driver was already tugging at the halter and striking the camel over the neck with his stick, and slowly it spread out its hind legs, rising on them first, and throwing its riders forward till it seemed as if they must slide down his sloping neck and fall to the ground.

The girl screamed, as her hat fell over her eyes, but both she and her escort held on with a deathlike grip.