On the ground were lines of baskets, filled with grain of many kinds, the vendors squatting patiently behind them.

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.