“If you don’t roll the stones away I think there’ll be trouble,” she said, and came and stood between Will and me.  Fred got behind me, and began to whisper.  I heard something or other about the trap, and supposed he was asking me to open it, although I failed to see why the request should be kept secret; but the women forestalled me, and in a moment they had the stones shoved aside and the men were emerging one by one through the opening.

Then at last I got Fred’s meaning.  There was a second of indecision during which the Armenians consulted their women-folk, in two minds between snatching Miss Vanderman out of our reach or discovering first what our purpose might be.  I took advantage of it to slip down the stone stairs behind them.

The opening in the castle wall was easy to find, for the star-lit sky looked luminous through the hole.  Once outside, however, the gloom of ancient trees and the castle’s shadow seemed blacker than the dungeon had been.  I groped about, and stumbled over loose stones fallen from the castle wall, until at last one of our own Zeitoonli discovered me and, thinking I might be a trouble-maker, tripped me up.  Cursing fervently from underneath his iron-hard carcass I made him recognize me at last.  Then he offered me tobacco, unquestionably stolen from our pack, and sat down beside me on a rock while I recovered breath.

It took longer to do that than he expected, for he had enjoyed the advantage of surprise while hampered by no compunctions on the ground of moderation.  When the agony of windlessness was gone and I could question him he assured me that the horses were well enough, but that he and his two companions were hungry.  Furthermore, he added, the animals were very closely watched—­so much so that the other two, Sombat and Noorian, were standing guard to watch the watchers.

“But I am sure they are fools,” he added.

This man Arabaiji had been an excellent servant, but decidedly supercilious toward the others from the time when he first came to us in the khan at Tarsus.  Regarding himself as intelligent, which he was, he usually refused to concede that quality, or anything resembling it, to his companions.

“That is why I was looking for you when you hit me in the dark with that club of a fist of yours,” I answered.  “I wanted to speak with you alone because I know you are not a fool.”

He felt so flattered that he promptly let his pipe go out.

“While Sombat and Noorian are keeping an eye on the horses, I want you to watch for trouble up above here,” I said.  “In case the people of this place should seek to make us prisoner, then I want you to gallop, if you can get your horse, and run otherwise, to the nearest—­”

He checked me with a gesture and one word.

“Kagig!”

“What about him?” I demanded.

“If I were to bring Turks here, Kagig would never rest until my fingers were pulled off one by one!”