“Stay. Those who intend following the Pasha form rank on that other side, like soldiers, each in his place.”
At once there was a general and quick movement in regular order; they then turned about and faced me again.
“So! Is there none desirous of staying in this fair land with Selim Bey, where you will be able to make these natives do your work for you, cook, and feed you?”
“None, not one. La il Allah il Allah!”
“Why, Pasha, you have been misinformed, surely? These people vow they are all faithful. There is not a traitor here.”
“I do not see my servants and orderlies here,” replied the Pasha.
“Ah, Lieutenant Stairs, please take a party and roust every man out. On the least resistance you know what to do.”
“Right, sir.”
Lieutenant Stairs took his company, gave his orders, and in a few minutes the Pasha’s servants were brought into the square; they were deprived of their rifles and accoutrements.
“Now, Pasha, please ask them severally before me what they intend doing.”