"I get you. If we horn in before we have to we'll do more harm than good. Give the Turks an excuse to call us outlaws and shoot instead of rescue us. Sure. But what about Miss Vanderman?" said Will.
"I foresee she's doomed!" Fred stared straight in front of him. "It looks as if we'll lose our little Willy too! One woman at a time, especially when the lady totes a mother-o'-pearl revolver and about a dozen knives! If you come out of this alive, Bill, you'll be wiser!"
"Fond of bull, aren't you! You'd jest on an ant-heap."
"There's nothing to discuss," said I. "If there's a lady in danger somewhere ahead, we all know what we're going to do about it."
Monty nodded.
"If we can find her and get word to the consul, that 'ud be one more lever for him to pull on."
"D'you suppose they'd dare molest an Englishwoman?" I asked, with the sudden goose-flesh rising all over me.
"She's American," said Will between purposely set lips. But I did not see that that qualified the unpleasantness by much.
One of the Armenians, whom Rustum Khan had finished questioning, went and stood in Kagig's way, intercepting his everlasting sentry-go.
"What is it, Eflaton?"