"If we are not Christians," he said to them, "we are oarsmen and not
afraid. See--I stake this purse--if you win, it is yours."

They only gaped at him.

He put the purse back slowly, and recounting the several towns of his
opponents by their proper names in Greek, he cried: "Buyukdere, Therapia,
Stenia, Bebek, Balta-Liman, Yenimahale--your women will sing you low
to-night!" Then to the Princess: "Allow us now to take our place seventh
on the left."

The bystanders were in a maze. Had they been served with a mess of brag,
or was the fellow really capable? One thing was clear--the interest in
the race had taken a rise perceptible in the judge's stand not less than
on the crowded shore.

The four Gypsies, on their part, were content with the volunteer. In
fact, they were more than satisfied when he said to them, as their
vessel turned into position:

"Now, comrades, be governed by me; and besides the prize, if we win, you
shall have my purse to divide amongst you man and man. Is it agreed?"
And they answered, foreman and all, yes. "Very well," he returned. "Do
you watch, and get the time and force from me. Now for the signal."

The Princess sent the starting flag to the top of the pole, and the
boats were off together. A great shout went up from the spectators--a
shout of men mingled with the screams of women to whom a hurrah or cheer
of any kind appears impossible.