He jumped down onto the rubbish and began trotting along downhill as fast as he could in the narrow lane， which soon brought him into a wider street where there were more people. No one bothered to look at a little ragged boy running along on bare feet. Still， he was anxious and uneasy till he turned a corner and there saw the city gate in front of him. Here he was pressed and jostled a bit， for a good many other people were also going out； and on the bridge beyond the gate the crowd became quite a slow procession， more like a queue than a crowd. Out there， with clear running water on each side， it was deliciously fresh after the smell and heat and noise of Tashbaan.
