e. But I say, Harry, where have we got to? I am sure we have
never been here before."

They had been so amused that they had not remarked the change in the
style of architecture of the streets through which they were passing.
They were now in a region of low houses, although of considerable size,
mostly on one floor, very few having two storeys.

"I am sure this is not the way to the English Quay."

Harry, who sat in front, on this began to pull the ishvoshtstick by his
badge, and then by his sleeve, to make him stop. The fellow either
would not or could not understand that they wanted to stop. At last he
pulled up, and looked over his shoulder.

"I say, Harry, do you remember what they call the English Quay? For, on
my word, I have forgotten it," exclaimed Fred in some little dismay,
feeling very like Mustapha in the tale of _The Forty Thieves_, when he
forgets the talismanic words, "Open sesame."

"I'm sure I don't know exactly, but I'll try and see if I can't make the
fellow understand," answered Harry. "I say, you cabdrivowitch, cut away
to the English Quayoi!"

The man shook his head and sat still, as much as to say, "I don't
understand you, my masters."

"What's to be done? He doesn't seem to think my Russian very
first-rate," said Harry.

"I say, old fellow, we are very hungry, and want to get back to our inn
to luncheon," cried Fred, imitating the action of eating.

A bright idea seemed to have seized the ishvoshtstick, and, whipping on
his horse, he drove rapidly onward. Harry thought that he had fully
comprehended them. He pulled up, however, very soon before a door, over
which were painted pieces of meat and sausages, and rolls, and bottles,
and glasses. Evidently it was an eating-house, but the lads would not
avail themselves of its accommodation, for two reasons--they did not
know what to ask for, and they had no Russian money in their pockets;
they therefore shook their heads, and signed to the driver to go on.
The man evidently thought them very unreasonable and hard to please, but
obeyed. It was soon clear to them that they were getting to the
outskirts of the city, and they were about trying to make the man turn
back when they saw three figures approaching, whom by their rolling walk
and dress they recognised even at a distance as English seamen. When
the men drew near, the lads were delighted to find that one was their
shipmate, old Tom.

He hailed them with a cheerful voice, an