"Well, captain," said Jack, who jibbed at being lectured, "you need not fear for us; we shall be careful enough."
"No doubt, Master Jack," returned the captain, drily. "You're a mild spring chicken, you are; it is only that wild, rampagious companion of yours that I want you to look after."
Saying which, he left the two boys to their own devices.
"That's a nasty jar," said Harry, with a chuckle.
Tinker and Bogey were their only companions.
Jack and Harry had taken the orphan once more under their protection since his narrow escape from the trial he had passed through with the bashaw, and hearing from the orphan the description of the Turk he had bought his dress from, they resolved to pay him a visit.
In the bazaar there were Turks, Greeks, Armenians, Arabs, and a motley collection of coloured people.
The Turkish dealers sat at their stalls, pushing trade in a taciturn manner, speaking little, it is true, but when they did make a remark, it was to tell lies with earnest gravity about their wares.
"If you could only speak Turkish as glibly as you did to Mr. Figgins," said Harry Girdwood, "you should go and cheapen a fez for me, Jack."
"I could manage that, Harry," replied Jack.