The face of a coal-black negress was revealed!
“Igela!” exclaimed the boy, scornfully. “You are not Igela!”
The girl fell back against the wall, with a cry of fear.
Ben Ahmet and Ali Mustaf uttered fierce oaths in their beards, starting toward the boy.
In the twinkling of an eye Frank whipped out both his revolvers, retreated till his back was against the wall, and cheerfully called:
“Walk right up, gentlemen—walk up and take your medicine! You shall receive it in large and liberal doses. Walk up—walk up!”
It is needless to state that they were in no hurry about accepting his pleasant invitation. The sight of those glittering revolvers brought them to an abrupt halt.
“What think you, dog of a Christian?” snarled Ali Mustaf. “Do you fancy you can fight us all?”
“Well, I can make it mighty warm for you.”
“And do you fancy there is a chance for you to escape from this place alive?”