Half a dozen streets turned out of the one which I and the stream descended, and though I carefully studied the name of each in turn, no Hawk Street was there.
"Can you tell me where Hawk Street is ?" I inquired at last of a fellow- passenger after a great inward struggle.
"Hawk Street?
Yes.

Go through Popman's Alley, and up the second court to the left--that'll bring you to Hawk Street." "But uncle said it turned--" My guide had vanished! I diligently sought for Popman's Alley, which I found to be a long paved passage between two high blocks of buildings, and leading apparently nowhere; at least I could discover no outlet, either at the end or either side.

Every one was in such a hurry that I dared not "pop the question" as to the whereabouts of Hawk Street again, but made my way back once more to the entrance.

By this time I was so muddled that for the life of me I could not tell which was the street I had come down, still less how I could get back to it.
Ask my way I must, if I died for it! Ten o'clock had struck ten minutes ago, and I was due at Merrett, Barnacle, and Company's at 10:15.
I noticed a boy ahead of me walking rather more slowly than the rest.

I would ask him, and stick to him till he put me right.