And he strode along with the air of the heavy man in a transpontine melodrama.
The marvellous exhibition of endurance aroused the phlegmatic Turk to real enthusiasm.
"Mole Pasha," he exclaimed, "you are a great hero. I shall seek an audience of his highness the Sultan, and beg of him for you some mark of distinction, perhaps even to confer upon you the distinguished order of the glass button."
"The glass bottle would be more in your excellency's way, Mole Pasha," suggested Tinker.
And henceforth when Mole walked abroad, the population was aroused.
"Behold the bravest Frank that ever lived," they said. "He is a great hero."
CHAPTER LXXX.
THE SNAKE IN THE GRASS—THE POISONED DAGGER.
As young Jack was sauntering through the streets of the town one day, he fancied that he was being followed by a man who was dressed in a semi-Oriental garb, but whose head was shaded by a broad-brimmed hat.
Jack was not given to fear without a cause, yet he certainly did feel uncomfortable now.