"Death!" hissed the Turk, between his teeth.
He eagerly watched for the terror his words should have produced.
"Sooner death ten hundred times," returned the Circassian proudly, "than acknowledge you for our master."
"You have spoken," exclaimed the Turk, fiercely.
He struck a bell, and one of the armed eunuchs entered.
"Remove these slaves to the cells as I told you; there they will remain until nightfall. You understand me?"
The man placed his finger upon his lip—a sign of implicit obedience—and the Circassian slaves were removed to prison.
They were doomed.
Another tragedy was planned—the sequel to that which Harry Girdwood and young Jack had witnessed almost as soon as they were upon the Turkish coast.
The cord and sack were once more to play their part.