Then we came into busier streets, where ramshackle cabs drawn by lean horses spluttered through the mud.

I saw one old fellow who looked like my notion of a Turk, but most of the population had the appearance of London old-clothes men.

All but the soldiers, Turk and German, who seemed well-set-up fellows.
Peter had paddled along at my side like a faithful dog, not saying a word, but clearly not approving of this wet and dirty metropolis.
'Do you know that we are being followed, Cornelis ?' he said suddenly, 'ever since we came into this evil-smelling dorp.' Peter was infallible in a thing like that.

The news scared me badly, for I feared that the telegram had come to Chataldja.

Then I thought it couldn't be that, for if von Oesterzee had wanted me he wouldn't have taken the trouble to stalk me.