"Here, your honour, ready for any row that's goin'."
"Mr. Mole, you can handle a gun," said Jack; "here is one that will just suit you."
The waiter and the orphan were also accommodated with weapons, but the orphan thought he would rather load the guns than fire them off.
"Quick! get all the movables, and place them against the gate," said Jack. "With its own strength, its bolts, and bars, and keys, and a barricade behind it, we can defy this band of Turks, or the sultan himself."
All gave a cheer at these defiant words, and proceeded with their impromptu fortification with great vigour.
"I'll go up on the roof and reconnoitre," said Harry.
And dangerous as was this duty, he proceeded to it with great alacrity.
In a few moments he came down, with much consternation on his face.
"This is a bad job, Jack," he said; "worse than I thought."
"How?" asked our hero.