"You don't mean to say that thing will take us fourteen miles!" cried Joe, no less moved than his chum. The naturalists smiled. They had apparently not expected this. "It's about the best we can do here," confessed Mr. Lewis. "Of course there are better automobiles, but none of them seems to be for hire. You see, this drive-yourself idea doesn't appear to be very popular here. I suppose it's because there is so much danger of being attacked by bands of nomads who would think nothing of robbing the occupants and stealing the car. But this car, although not beautiful to look at, has a good motor and good tires, and that's about all we could expect. Remember, we're not in America now." The object of their remarks was indeed not anything to be especially proud of. A well-known American make, it had undoubtedly been of great service in its time, and was still capable of covering many more miles. It had no top, and nothing to show that one had been present, but the seats were in fair condition, and a well-shined windshield promised to keep away the formidable dust of the desert. "Well, I suppose we could do much worse," sighed Joe, taking his place in the back seat. After a few more remarks with the keeper of the garage, the adventurers started the motor and pulled out into the street, Mr. Lewis at the wheel. The chug of the engine was almost deafening, but, as Bob remarked, they would probably get used to it. "Ought to be some new springs," said Joe, with a wink at his chum. "And there could be new upholstering," added Bob. "Of course it needs new----" "All right, boys," smiled Mr. Holton, cutting off their capricious suggestions. "If you don't like it, you know what you can do." "I guess we'd better shut up," grinned Bob. "We may get thrown out on our ear." Mr. Lewis had studied the map of Algiers and had no difficulty in finding his way out of the city and to Maison Carrée, which might almost be called a suburb of the metropolis. From here they went almost straight south and soon came to a narrow river, which was spanned by a small bridge. "Scarcely any curves from here on," said Mr. Lewis, as he increased the speed of the car. The road remained good, and in a short time they reached Arba, their destination. Here for the first time they caught a glimpse of a camel caravan, for they are never seen as far as Algiers. It was composed of about ten dromedaries, with only three riders. Strapped on the brutes' backs were packs containing probably dates and other products of the desert. Bob and Joe took in the scene with intense interest, for soon they would be fitted out in a like manner for the long desert journey. The youths were particularly anxious to observe the manner in which the brutes are ridden. They had heard that to straddle a camel and be able to bounce freely along was an art that came only of long practice. Whether this was true they did not know but resolved to find out sooner or later from Fekmah.