and pawed him, and poured out gold in little heaps on the ground (out of the magnanimity of his official heart he had doubtless left all silver coin for his hamidieh to pouch); but Kagig only had eyes for the papers they pulled out of his inner pocket and tossed away. He pounced on them.
"Hah!" he laughed. "There! Did I tell you? These are his orders—signed by a governor's secretary—countersigned by the governor himself—to 'set forth with his troops and rescue Armenians in the Zeitoon district.' Rescue them! Have you seen? Did you observe his noble rescue work? Here—see the orders for yourselves! Observe how the Stamboulis propose to prove their innocence after the event!"
Since they were written in Turkish they were of no conceivable use to any one but Fred and Rustum Khan. Fred glanced over them, and shouted to Rustum Khan to come and look. That was a mistake, for it called the Rajput's attention to what had been happening to his prisoner. He came striding toward us with his black beard bristling and eyes blazing with anger.
"Who searched him?" he demanded.
"He was searched by my order," Kagig answered in the calm level voice that in a man of such spirit was prophetic of explosion.
"Who gave thee leave to order him searched, Armenian?"
"I left you his money," Kagig answered with biting scorn, pointing to the little heaps of gold coin on the ground.
I had no means of knowing what peaks of friction had already been attained between the two, and it was not likely that I should instantly choose sides against the
