Some of the traders volubly accosted
passers by. Others maintained a dignified silence, as if they
considered the excellence of their wares needed no advertisement.
It was not new, but it was very amusing to Dick, and it was late
before they returned to their lodging.
"I wish," he said, as they strolled back, "that I were a good juggler
or musician. It seems to me that it would be an excellent disguise,
and we could go everywhere without question, and get admittance into
all sorts of places we could not get a chance of entering into in any
other way."
"Yes, that would be a good thing," Surajah agreed; "but I am sure that
I could not do anything, even if you could."
"No, I quite see that, and I am not thinking of trying; but it would
have been a first-rate plan."
"You are very good at sword play," Surajah suggested, although
somewhat doubtfully.
Dick laughed.
"The first really good swordsman that came along would make an
exhibition of me. No; one would have to do something really well."
The subject was renewed, after they had seated themselves with
Pertaub.
"It would be an excellent disguise," he agreed. "A good juggler could
gain admission to the Palace, and might even enter forts where no
others could set foot; for life there is dull, indeed, and anyone who
could amuse the soldiers would be certain of a welcome, and even a
governor might be willing to see his feats.
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