forsake your post? Are you not under my protection?"
"Ah! yis, yis, mass'r; but—but—yous no know de greatness of me danger—"
"Go, scoundrel!" exclaimed the Colonel, losing all patience with him; "return to your duty as fast as your horse can carry you, else I shall hand you over to the janissaries."
"You hears what yer master says, don't 'ee?" said Ted Flaggan, who viewed the infidelity and cowardice of the interpreter with supreme disgust, as he seized him by the nape of the neck and thrust him towards the door. "Git out, ye white-livered spalpeen, or I'll multiply every bone in yer body by two."
Rais Ali went with extreme reluctance, but there was no resisting the persuasive violence of Ted's powerful arm, nor the emphatic kick of the muscular leg with which he propelled his Moorish friend into the street. He did not wait, however, to remonstrate, but immediately drew forward the hood of his burnous and hurried away.
Just then Bacri entered, conducting a number of women and children who sought sanctuary there.
"Some of my people have need of the British arm to protect them," said the Jew, with a sad smile.
"And they shall have it," said the consul, taking
