The street was well filled—almost crowded—with excited people, who were talking of the murder of the Pasha and the belief that those concerned in the murder were trapped in the German hotel.
Although the people were speaking in various languages, Dick understood something of what was being said, and he realized that he was surrounded by Moslems.
Although Abraham had performed his work well, he had made a mistake in disguising the old professor as an Armenian. The Turks were aroused. Although they were stirred up against foreigners, their hatred for the Armenians was liable to burst forth any moment.
Thus it happened that a group of young men suddenly stopped the disguised professor and began hustling him about.
The old man said not a word, for he knew he would betray himself if he opened his mouth.
Brad Buckhart paused and watched proceedings, his hands clenched and his aspect indicating that he was on the verge of pitching in and assisting Zenas.
Dick made a warning gesture, which Brad saw. He also paused, but he looked on as if quite indifferent to what was taking place.
Assouan had disappeared. Fully understanding the terrible peril his companions were in, he had no desire to become involved, and, therefore, he had hastened on.
Our friends were left to their fate in the streets of Damascus.