He had thought of that, too.
Wild and desperate as was his scheme—one that required far more than ordinary courage to accomplish—gathering up the tools, he re-entered the house, and rapidly ascended to his own room.
Here, from the window, he could perceive how much the crowd of enemies had increased outside.
He was almost shaken off his feet by another discharge of artillery.
But every second was precious.
Hastily Jack robed himself in the ordinary garb of a middle-class Turk—for he had plenty of Oriental garments—bound a turban round his brows, and rubbed his face all over with a chemical powder, which greatly darkened his complexion.
He quickly stained his eyebrows a deep black, with henna.
None of his friends could now have recognised Jack Harkaway.
But how were his enemies to be deceived and eluded?
Having completed this hasty transformation, Jack descended the stairs.