hey stigmatise the Christians."

"Well, captain," said Jack, who jibbed at being lectured, "you need not
fear for us; we shall be careful enough."

"No doubt, Master Jack," returned the captain, drily. "You're a mild
spring chicken, you are; it is only that wild, rampagious companion of
yours that I want you to look after."

Saying which, he left the two boys to their own devices.

"That's a nasty jar," said Harry, with a chuckle.

Tinker and Bogey were their only companions.

Jack and Harry had taken the orphan once more under their protection
since his narrow escape from the trial he had passed through with the
bashaw, and hearing from the orphan the description of the Turk he had
bought his dress from, they resolved to pay him a visit.

In the bazaar there were Turks, Greeks, Armenians, Arabs, and a motley
collection of coloured people.

The Turkish dealers sat at their stalls, pushing trade in a taciturn
manner, speaking little, it is true, but when they did make a remark,
it was to tell lies with earnest gravity about their wares.

"If you could only speak Turkish as glibly as you did to Mr. Figgins,"
said Harry Girdwood, "you should go and cheapen a fez for me, Jack."

"I could manage that, Harry," replied Jack.

"No, no," said Harry; "remember what the poor orphan suffered through
buying his Turkish dress."

"Bother that," returned Jack. "Let's go and have a lark with that chap
selling the slippers."

"Be careful."

There were several slipper vendors present.

Jack picked up a pair of slippers and inquired the price.

The dealer gave him an odd look.

Jack looked round to Harry Girdwood for assistance.

"I can't help you," returned Harry. "Ask him again."

"What's the figure, old Turkey rhubarb?" asked Jack, bowing as if
paying the merchant a compliment.

The Turk replied with the same gravity.

"He don't appear to understand," said Harry Girdwood. "Try him in St.
Giles's Greek?"

"What's the damage for the brace of trotter boxes, old Flybynight?"
demanded young Harkaway, looking as solemn as a judge.

The Turkish merchant repeated the price in his native tongue, and they
made no progress in their deal.

While they were thus engaged, who should come into the bazaar but Nat
Cringle, and with him their old friend the Irish diver?

"I'll put it to him. Mayhap he'll understand me. What an illigant ould
thafe it is," said the diver, when he had waited some time for a reply.

"Why don't