Into this yard most of the rooms opened.
The windows facing the street were mere loopholes.
The roof was flat, and in the evening formed a favourite lounge, approached by a flight of steps, from one angle of the court.
It is necessary to be particular in describing the house, that our readers may fully understand what follows.
Jack Harkaway was one morning in the courtyard, near the centre, with Harry Girdwood, looking at a heap of curious weapons, which they had purchased when roaming about the bazaars.
"Why, we've got quite an armory here," said Harry Girdwood. "It's a pity we haven't got some fighting to do to use them."
"I mean to make the place into a kind of fortress," said Jack. "Here, Bogey."
"What you after, Massa Jack?" asked the nigger, appearing instantly.
"Go and take charge of the gate, and don't let anyone pass in or out without my order."
"Right you are, massa; me keep him safe as a sentrybox," answered the darkey.