toward us.

"I will first see who comes," he said.

"The blood of Yerkes sahib on your head, Rustum Khan!" Monty answered.
At that he went below.

But neither were we destined to remain up there very long. We heard
colossal thumping in the kahveh beneath us and presently the Rajput's
head reappeared through the opening in the roof.

"The fools are barricading the door," he shouted. "They make sure
that an enemy outside could burn us inside without hindrance!"

At that Kagig came along the roof to our corner and looked into Monty's
eyes. Fred and I stood between the two of them and the parapet,
because for the first few seconds we were not sure the Armenian did
not mean murder. His eyes glittered, and his teeth gleamed. It
was not possible to guess whether or not the hand under his goat-skin
coat clutched a weapon.

"It is now that you Eenglis sportmen shall endure a test!" he remarked.

Exactly as in the Yeni Khan in Tarsus when we first met him there
was a moment now of intense repulsion, entirely unaccountable, succeeded
instantly by a wave of sympathy. I laughed aloud, remembering how
strange dogs meeting in the street to smell each other are swept
by unexplainable antipathies and equally swift comradeship. He thought
I laughed at him.