"On the way to a place called Zeitoon," answered Will.
"He's a hostage, held by Armenians in the hope of putting pressure
on the Turks. Kagig--the Armenians, that's to say--let us go to
rescue you, knowing that he was sufficiently important for
their purpose."
"And you left your friend to help me?"
"Of course. What do you suppose?"
"And if I were to go with you to Tarsus, what then?"
"He says we're to ride herd on the consulate and argue."
"Will you?"
"Sure we'll argue. We'll raise particular young hell. Then back
we go to Zeitoon to join him!"
"Would you have gone to Tarsus except on my account?"
Will hesitated.
"No. I see. Of course you wouldn't. Well. What do you take me
for? You did not know me then. You do now. Do you think I'd consent
to your leaving your fine friend in pawn while you dance attendance
on me? Thank you kindly for your offer, but go back to him! If
you don't I'll never speak to one of you again!"
Chapter Ten
"When I fire this Pistol--"