"We are accused of murdering the pasha, as well as carrying off the young Greek girl. There are over a hundred of the pasha's troops on guard outside, with that scoundrel Abdullah at the head of them, and thousands of wild Moslem fanatics, thirsting for our blood."
"I will go and see for myself," cried young Jack.
"For Heaven's sake, don't," said Harry, restraining him; "it will be certain death, for you, as our leader, are the particular object of their animosity."
Thyra's entreaties were even more pressing.
She threw her arms round Jack's neck, and earnestly entreated him not to risk his life.
"Dear Thyra," cried Jack, "you shall not be taken. I will and must protect you."
He sprang up the stairway, and was soon on the roof.
It was a sight indeed to appal the stoutest heart.
As far as the eye could reach was an excited crowd, restless, furious, and thirsting for vengeance.
In the front were a body of troops, in Turkish uniform, led by the captain of the guard by whose side could be recognised the sinister countenance of Abdullah.