"What's happening on top of the keep?" demanded Will.
Fred laughed aloud. We could not see up from inside, for at least one of the stone floors remained intact.
"Can't you guess?" demanded Fred. "Didn't I tell you the man has 'verted to Crusader days?"
But Monty explained.
"There's an old stone socket up there that used to hold the flag-pole. Two or three fellows have been kind enough to haul a tree up there, and they're trimming it to fit."
"If we were wise we'd hang you to it, Didums, and save you from a lousy Turkish jail!"
"Thank you, Fred," Monty answered. "There are capitulations still, I fancy. No Turk can legally try me, or imprison me a minute. I'm answerable to the British consul."
"They're fine, legal-minded sticklers for the rules, the Turks are!"
Fred retorted.
"But we've a net laid for the Turks!" smiled Monty.
Fred shook his head. Monty led the way toward stone steps, whose treads bad been worn into smooth hollows centuries before by the feet of men in armor.