Yussuf did not speak, but stooped to pick up the fallen cigar, which he handed to its owner.
“Be calm, excellency,” he said smiling, “and tell me.”
The professor looked at him suspiciously; but there was that in the man’s countenance that disarmed him, and he said quietly: “We certainly have plenty of arms.”
“That is good,” said Yussuf, with a flash of the eye.
“But our weapons are packed up with our luggage, and went on by the steamer.”
“That is bad,” said Yussuf quietly.
“We never thought they would be necessary till we got ashore.”
“Look here, my man,” said Mr Burne; “speak out. Are you suspicious of these people?”
“My life has taught me to be suspicious, effendi,” said Yussuf, lighting his pipe, “particularly of the low-class Greeks. They are not honest.”
“But surely,” began the professor.