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They listened to his revilings in silence, gave way before him, and made a way for his prancing steed. Halil was not there, had he but been there the Kapudan Pasha would not have waited twice for an answer. So here also Abdi succeeded in trotting through the ranks of the rioters, and so at last directed his way towards the Etmeidan.
So, when the tents were struck and Abdi, the head-man, shouted "Funga nizigo yaka!" and the tented city of yesterday became a scattered heap of sixty-pound porters' loads, Little Wanderobo would seek out Ali and prepare to bear him company during the long stretches of the march.
Each night Abdi, the neapara or head-man, comes up to get his instructions for the next morning, and soon afterward Abdullah, the cook, appears and waits for his orders for the breakfast hour. Abdullah is the color of night, and no one ever sees him approach or go away. He simply appears and often stands only a few feet away before any one is aware of his presence.
He declared that the rebels had been playing fast and loose with his name, and that he knew nothing whatever of their wishes. "Then take with you the Chaszeki Aga and twenty bostanjis, and go in search of Halil Patrona, and find out what he wants!" commanded the Padishah. "It is a pity to give worthy men unnecessary trouble, most glorious Sultan," said Abdi Pasha bitterly.
The Janissaries remained rooted to the spot, staring after him with astonishment. Suddenly Musli leaped forth from amongst them, and anticipating the Kapudan, seized the flag himself. "Give me that banner, my son!" said Abdi with all the phlegm of a true seaman.
The boy was probably more frightened than hurt, but the matter was one demanding instant punitive action. So Abdi immediately inflicted it in a most satisfying manner. Once more the silence of the mountain fell upon the camp, but it was hours before the shock to one's senses could be forgotten. I never before, nor never again expect to hear screams more harrowing or terrifying.
For some distance I could see no more than the length of my rifle before me or to right or left. Presently, when near the centre of the brush patch, Abdi Dereh next behind me, a second shikari behind him, and Djama Aout bringing up the rear, I caught a glimpse of the lion's hind quarters and tail, scarcely six feet ahead of me.
"I am sorry for you, my brave Janissaries," observed the Kapudan Pasha sadly. "And we are sorry for you, famous Kapudan Pasha!" Then Abdi quitted the Etmeidan. He perceived how the crowd parted before him everywhere as he advanced; but it also did not escape him that behind his back they immediately closed up again when he had passed.
"Sahib McMillan's personal shikari was DJama Aout; mine, Abdi Dereh. At the time of this incident the Sahib had several lions to his credit, while I yet had none. So the Sahib kindly declared that, however and by whomsoever jumped, the try at the next lion should be mine.
Askar say all the natives ran away, but the Frenchman go on." "Did Askar see the door?" "Askar says he see the door and he see the fountain through some glasses. Then he ran away." "Can Askar take us up to the cave and the big door?" There was then a long discussion in Somali between Askar and Abdi, which finally was briefly rendered into English. Askar would show us the way.
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