"Well, yes, I think so," said Jack; "dancing Circassian girls and the seraglio was the topic of the conversation, unless I am wandering in my mind."
"Faith, ye must be mad," said the Irishman, gravely; "why, they'd think hanging too good for any man that even looked at the harem."
"So should I," returned Jack; "I've no wish to be hanged; it's too good for me. Come on."
"Don't be foolish; it's death, if we're caught."
"All right," said Jack, cheerfully; "it's sure then that we mustn't be caught, but I don't mean to miss the chance all the same."
The Irishman resisted stoutly.
But Jack was more obstinate than he was, and so the Irishman was forced to yield a point.
"I know where there's a gallery that overlooks the harem, and you can see all the fun of the fair without being observed."
"You seem to know the place very well," said Jack.
"Very."