They caught sight of Jack Harkaway.
He was recognised.
A shout burst from a thousand throats; a deep, angry cry, like the roar of a tempestuous sea.
Thousands of eyes flashed upon him—the eyeballs gleaming white from out of the dusky skins.
"The murderer of the pasha—the despoiler of the harem!" they cried. "Death, death to him, and all the Christians!"
Jack endeavoured to parley with them; but it was useless, until silence was obtained by the commands of the captain of the guard and Abdullah, who called out to Jack—
"Resistance is useless; surrender at once, or I will not answer for your life."
"If you want me, you must come and fetch me," returned dauntless Jack.
"Your blood be upon your own head, then," said Abdullah.
The captain gave the word of command, and the battering, for a while suspended, was recommenced upon the door below.