"For what cause?"
"Because, Capsina, you belong to Suleima and the little one and me, particularly the little one, so I think."
The Capsina laughed.
"Oh, little Mitsos, what will cure you of saying nonsense things? Hark! What is that?"
The report of a gun had come from seaward, and Mitsos, running out, saw the smoke still hanging round the Revenge. While he still looked another flash leaped from the side of her, and again the report followed. It seemed they were signalling. In the camp close by, the men were already astir; but they, too, had paused on the sound, not knowing what it was. One ran up to the top of the incline, where the wall ended, to look out, and in a moment, from closer at hand, the sharp firing of a musket-shot rang out, and he dropped. At that Mitsos waited no longer.
"Arm, all!" he cried; and then, turning to the Capsina, "It is the Turks," he said, "and the best of days to meet Turks on."
The girl sprang up.
"Wait here, Michael," she said, "on guard here. Little Mitsos, I am with you."
And she ran close behind him to his hut. He had not seen she was with him, but the moment after he had entered she appeared at the door.
"Quick, little Mitsos!" she cried, "Give me anything you do not want, pistol, or musket, or knife."