dash for the Bab-el-Oued gate on the way back tonight: join us. It's neck or nothing."
"I will, if my father agrees," said Mariano, still lying with closed eyes—unconscious!
"If he does, pull your hat on one side of your head as you—"
A tremendous lash from a whip cut short the sentence, and caused Castello to spring up.
"Rise, you dog!" cried the Turk who had bestowed it; "are Christians so delicate that they need to be nursed for every fall?"
Castello hurried hack to his work without a word of reply, and Mariano, opportunely recovering, with a view to avoid a similar cut, staggered on with his stone; but the Turk quickened his movements by a sharp flip on the shoulder, which cut a hole in his shirt, and left a bright mark on his skin.
For one moment the gush of the old fierce spirit almost overcame the poor youth, but sudden reflection and certain tender sensations about the soles of his feet came to his aid, in time to prevent a catastrophe.
When the slaves were collecting together that evening on the breakwater, Mariano managed to get alongside of his father, who at first was very unwilling to run the risk proposed.
"It's not that I'm afraid o' my neck, lad," said the bluff merchant, "but I fear there is no chance
