“What else?” I asked.  “No ancient buildings?”

He changed his tactics instantly.

“Effendi,” he said, leaning forward and pointing a forefinger at me by way of emphasis, “there are castles on the mountains near Zeitoon that have never been explored since the Turks—­may God destroy them! —­overran the land!  Castles hidden among trees where only bears dwell!  Castles built by the Seljuks—­Armenians—­Romans—­Saracens—­Crusaders!  I know the way to every one of them!”

“What else?” demanded Will, purposely incredulous.

“Beyond Zeitoon to north and west are cave-dwellers.  Mountains so hollowed out that only a shell remains, a sponge—­a honeycomb!  No man knows how far those tunnels run!  The Turks have attempted now and then to smoke out the inhabitants.  They were laughed at!  One mountain is connected with another, and the tunnels run for miles and miles!”

“I’ve seen cave-dwellings in the States,” Will answered, unimpressed.  “But just where do you come in?”

“I do not understand.”

“What do you propose to get out of it?”

“Nothing!  I am proud of my country.  I am sportman.  I am pleased to show.”

We both jeered at him, for that explanation was too outrageously ridiculous.  Armenians love money, whatever else they do or leave undone, and can wring a handsome profit out of business whose very existence the easier-going Turk would not suspect.

“See if I can’t read your mind,” said Will.  “You’ll guide us for some distance out of town, at a place you know, and your jingaan-gipsy brethren will hold us up at some point and rob us to a fare-you-well.  Is that the pretty scheme?”

Some men would have flown into a fury.  Some would have laughed the matter off.  Any and every crook would have been at pains to hide his real feelings.  Yet this strange individual was at a loss how to answer, and not averse to our knowing that.

For a moment a sort of low cunning seemed to creep over his mind, but he dismissed it.  Three times be raised his hands, palms upward, and checked himself in the middle of a word.

“You could pay me for my services,” he said at last, not as if that were the real reason, nor as if he hoped to convince us that it was, but as if he were offering an excuse that we might care to accept for the sake of making peace with our own compunctions.

“There are four in our party,” said Will, apropos apparently of nothing.  The effect was unexpected.

“Four?” His eyes opened wide, and be made the knuckle-bones of both hands crack like caps going off.  “Four Eenglis sportman?”

“I said four.  If you’re willing to tell the naked truth about what’s back of your offer, I’ll undertake to talk it over with my other friends.  Then, either we’ll all four agree to take you up, or we’ll give you a flat refusal within a day or two.  Now—­suit yourself.”