"I'll bet it's harder than it looks, though," remarked Joe. A little later they saw other caravans of donkeys, the usual beast of burden used near the coast. "The Arab, unlike other natives, never carries his load," explained Mr. Holton. "I guess he thinks it lowers himself too much." They drove on into the town and had more trouble finding good streets than in Algiers. Luckily it was Wednesday, and the market was in full swing. Traders were swarming everywhere, buying and selling the queer native goods and foodstuffs. "Suppose we park the car where we can and look about a bit," suggested Joe. "It's no special hurry to begin the hunt, is it?" The others were more than willing, and as soon as possible the automobile--if it could be called that--was stopped at a convenient corner. "Sure feels good to get out and stretch," smiled Bob, taking advantage of the opportunity to relax his cramped legs. They left the car and made for the business center of the town, intent upon spending a half-hour or so in watching the busy scene of interest. It was soon discovered that except for the large market there was little of interest to be seen. In many respects the town resembled Algiers, although on a much smaller scale and not nearly as modern. The streets were narrow and, in many cases, curving, and the houses were far from attractive. But the hustle and bustle of the natives clearly indicated that Arba was of considerable importance commercially. This was especially noted in the city market, where every article imaginable was for sale. Bakers, vegetable dealers, butchers, shoemakers, wine venders, and many others did their best to convince the buyer of the worth of their products. "And over there in that tent is a physician," pointed out Mr. Lewis. "How good he would be considered in the United States is hard to say, but the Arabs seem to have confidence in him. Look at the patients going in." "For my part, I'd rather trust nature to cure my illness," smiled Bob, as he noted the rather blank expression of the native physician. The explorers spent nearly a half-hour in the city, taking in the various sights so strange and interesting to a visitor from a far-away land. At last Mr. Holton moved that they go back to the car and get their rifles and begin the hunt, and the others were in favor of doing so. Their lunch, cartridges, binoculars, and other hunting necessities were packed in lightweight ruck sacks, which required but a minute to strap on their backs. The car was to be left where it was, as probably no better parking place could be found. "Guess we're ready," said Mr. Lewis, picking up his rifle. It required but a short walk to reach the edge of the town, and one glance revealed that the country here was wild and uncultivated. Mountains were but a short distance away, and some of the peaks were rather impressive.