He was soon espied by the soldiers, and a shout announced his detection.
A ladder was quickly procured, and the luckless orphan very shortly found himself a prisoner.
"What dirt have you been eating?" demanded the officer, sternly.
"I haven't been eating dirt at all," returned the indignant Figgins, "but I believe that fat Turk has swallowed half of my flute."
Bosja came forward at this with the missing portion in his hand, and handed it to the officer.
The orphan made a snatch at it, but received only a box on the ear from the officer.
The other half of his cherished instrument was wrested from him, and he marched off to the lock-up until the case could be tried on the morrow before the bashaw.
CHAPTER LXVI.
HOW THE FLUTE ADVENTURE TERMINATED.
The morrow had come.