We're more interested in learning where we are and where we are to go.

Permit me to have a look about." His wife stared after him in amazement as he walked over to the canvas awning in front of the low dock building, actually elbowing his way through a group of natives.

Presently he came back, twisting his left mustache.
"The fellow in there says that the English agent is employed in the bank.

It's straight up this street--by Jove, he called it a street, don't you know," he exclaimed, disdainfully eyeing the narrow, dusty passage ahead.

Here and there a rude house or shop stood directly ahead in the middle of the thoroughfare, with happy disregard for effect or convenience.
"There's the British flag, my lord, just ahead.