“Mine best, Cha’ncey Depoo!” “Tak’ mine, G’orge Wash’ton!” “Tak’ mine, Carry Nation!” “Well, say!” exclaimed Brad; “I’m getting some tired of being called Cha’ncey Depoo!” Nadia laughed. “And I’m not Carry Nation,” she said. “They are not calling us names like that,” smiled Dick. “Haven’t you discovered that those are the names other travelers have applied to the donkeys?” “Oh, is that it?” said Buckhart, with apparent relief. “Why, I’ve happened to take the same donkey both times before, when I’ve not walked, and the driver kept shouting Cha’ncey Depoo, so I thought he meant me.” “He was talking to the donkey.” “Shall we take the donkeys to the hill?” asked Nadia. “Of course we will,” nodded Dunbar. “Pick your beast.” “Well, I like the looks of this boy,” said the girl; “so I’ll choose him.” “Girl-like,” chuckled her brother, “she chooses by the looks of the boy, instead of the donkey.” Amid the confusion a man dressed in English clothes, yet with a decidedly Turkish face, came out of the hotel and stood on the steps, watching them. Brad was assisting Nadia to mount when she saw the watching man and gasped: “There he is again!” “Who?” asked the surprised Texan. “The man who has been watching me lately.” “There on the steps?” “Yes.” “Has he been annoying you?” “I feel sure he has been following me and watching me.” The boy from the Pan Handle country flushed and showed that he was angry. “Wait a minute,” he urged. “I’ll just saunter up and inquire of the gent whatever he means.” Nadia caught his sleeve. “Don’t do that!” she whispered nervously. “Don’t do it, Brad!” “Why not?” “I don’t wish him to know that I have noticed him.” “Well, if the galoot keeps up his little game, he’ll find out somebody has noticed him!” She restrained the impulsive chap. By this time all were ready. The boy drivers seized the chosen donkeys each by the tail, which they gave a twist, crying: “Ah-ye, Reglay!” Away went the little beasts, bearing their human burdens easily, while the boy drivers ran behind, clinging to the tails of the donkeys, which they seemed to manipulate for the purpose of guiding the animals. The manner in which the tough little donkeys bore their burdens was really wonderful. Nadia was sympathetic toward the sprightly little beasts and kept asking her driver not to make the animal go so fast. They turned from street to street. Some of the streets were very narrow, with picturesque overhanging balconies and latticed windows. They passed several mosques, which were adorned with slender and graceful minarets. They encountered Arabs, Egyptians and Turks. They passed handsome carriages and gayly caparisoned camels. Suddenly they came upon two barefooted, running black men, who were dressed in flowing garments and carried wands in their hands. These runners shouted out something, and waved their wands.