Up sprang Tinker, yelling and waving his sword.
"'Ssassinashun! spifl'cashun! string'lashun to de 'ole lot ob yah!" he shouted.
The officials did not wait to be operated upon.
"Look after the cash-box," gasped the bashaw, as he waddled down the steps.
The rest followed, forgetting everything but their own personal safety.
The cash box was left behind.
Tinker pounced upon it.
"'Ooray!" he shouted, triumphantly; "him got de flute and de cash-box as well. Cock-a-doodle-doo!"
Quick as lightning he rushed to the door.
At the entrance he encountered the bashaw, who had discovered his loss.