"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