A wretched dog trotted up to us, followed at our heels a short distance, and left us as if he smelt no luck about us; our cajoleries were unavailing to keep that miserable companion.
'Sinbad escaped from the pit by tracking a lynx,' I happened to remark.
Temple would not hear of Sinbad.
'Oh, come, we're not Mussulmen,' said he; 'I declare, Richie, if I saw a church open, I'd go in and sleep there.

Were you thinking of tracking the dog, then?
Beer may be had somewhere.

We shall have to find an hotel.

What can the time be ?' I owed it to him to tell him, so I climbed a lamppost and spelt out the hour by my watch.

When I descended we were three.