“Then when they began to chant and howl!” said Dick. “The way they wailed, and groaned, and cried, ‘Allah, hough! Allah, hough!’ was enough to disturb nerves of steel.”
“But the finish was the worst, when all the whirlers had their eyes set and their lips covered with foam. No more howling-dervish shows for me!”
“Nor me, pard!”
“Well, when you youngsters get tired of Constantinople we’ll move on,” said Zenas.
“I sure would like to know whatever became of Major Fitts and Miss Ketchum,” said Brad.
“Never mind them!” exclaimed the professor hastily. “It was a great relief when they both took themselves out of this hotel after that—after that encounter in the cemetery.”
“After your bloody duel, professor,” laughed Dick. “That was a fearful encounter, from which you came forth the victor.”
“But somewhat damaged myself,” confessed Zenas. “Boys, you want to remember what will happen to you if you ever relate that affair to any one.”
Buckhart grinned.
“Miss Ketchum was some excited when she arrived on the scene of action. She thought the major was dying. I don’t wonder, for the sounds he emitted after being struck in the mouth by that egg sure sounded like he was coughing up the ghost.”