And this he had now done.
But his own safety?
He had thought of that, too.
Wild and desperate as was his scheme--one that required far more than ordinary courage to accomplish--gathering up the tools, he re-entered the house, and rapidly ascended to his own room.
Here, from the window, he could perceive how much the crowd of enemies had increased outside.
He was almost shaken off his feet by another discharge of artillery.
But every second was precious.
Hastily Jack robed himself in the ordinary garb of a middle-cla.s.s Turk--for he had plenty of Oriental garments--bound a turban round his brows, and rubbed his face all over with a chemical powder, which greatly darkened his complexion.
He quickly stained his eyebrows a deep black, with henna.
None of his friends could now have recognised Jack Harkaway.
But how were his enemies to be deceived and eluded?
Having completed this hasty transformation, Jack descended the stairs.
He looked out into the courtyard.
A third discharge of artillery had now broken down the door, and the troops were rapidly clearing away the obstacles before entering in a body.
Loud were their shouts of triumph, and Jack recognised the countenance of Abdullah, lit up by a savage satisfaction.
But a glance sufficed.
Jack then retired into the smaller garden at the back, where he completely concealed himself under some thick shrubs.
In a few moments, the troops were all over the yard, probing and seeking in every corner.
Just as Jack had calculated, the soldiers were followed by a wild helter-skelter of Turks, of all ages and conditions, fanatical Moslems, who were ready to raze to the ground the accursed house where the Christians had taken refuge.
The soldiers were considerably surprised to find no one.
They sought in every room in vain, to their intense disappointment.
Abdullah"s fury was terrible to witness.
Speedily the whole house was filled with a motley Turkish rabble.
In this fact consisted Jack"s safety.
Seeing the moment when a number of the Turks were pa.s.sing his hiding-place, he stepped out and mingled with them.
In the confusion, n.o.body noticed him.
In appearance, he was just like a score of other wild Turkish youths who were in the throng, shouting l.u.s.tily "Death to the Christians!" in which cry Jack joined with great vigour.
The crisis of his danger was now over.
He had only to follow the movements of the crowd, and join the first group who, tired of their search, went back through the gate.
This soon happened, and amongst those disappointed Turks, Jack Harkaway was not for a moment conspicuous.
Mingling now with the crowd outside, Jack soon found an opportunity of slipping down a side lane, and reaching the suburbs of the town.
He was free, his disguise still protecting him.
He now increased his speed, making towards the desert.
For there dwelt the tribe of Arabs with whom he was friendly, who hated the new pasha as much as the old one, and who would be sure to extend their a.s.sistance to the gallant young Englishman, and enable him to rescue his friends. They received him kindly.
Jack told his story--in which they were all powerfully interested--but they told him that nothing could be done until the chief returned.
In the meantime, our hero was so overcome by excitement and fatigue that a deep sleep fell upon him, despite his efforts to keep it off.
CHAPTER Lx.x.xV.
ADVENTURES IN THE VAULTS--NEW FRIENDS--JACK AGREEABLY SURPRISED.
We must now follow Jack"s friends in their subterranean flight.
They were, in fact, the remains of some ancient and long-disused fortifications, of far greater antiquity than the edifice which had been built over them.
Light and air were only admitted by small gratings on the sides of the roofing, which was about level with the ground outside.
As soon as the party had got over the confusion of their hurried concealment, Harry Girdwood took the lead.
Their greatest distress was the loss of Jack Harkaway.
That he was not with them soon became evident.
And that being shut outside would be certain death to him, seemed equally so.
Thyra could by no means be consoled.
Her grief at this separation from Jack took the form of intense and violent lamentations.
She declared that had she known that Jack would thus be left outside, no consideration would have induced her to enter the vaults.