“Kill the infidels!”
“Burn their hotel!”
“Destroy them! Destroy them!”
“Death to the unbelievers!”
Wildly waving his arms, the crooked old Turk shrilly yelled:
“They have defiled our city and our temples! They have basely murdered one of the true faith!”
“Ah-yah!” snarled the mob.
Then some one hurled a stone. There was a crash of glass in the lower part of the hotel. A volley of stones followed, smashing glass and raining against the building in a shower.
“It begins to look pretty bad,” confessed Dick.
Dunbar Budthorne, followed by Nadia, came hurrying into the room. Budthorne was agitated and his sister was very pale.