"Yes, I see all that," Zaimes, whose face had again become animated as he listened, agreed; "but what would be the good of getting into the pasha's garden?"

"No good at all, if we were by ourselves, Zaimes, but with Martyn and twenty men from the schooner a good deal of good, I should say. We have only got to make a sudden rush into the house, which will, of course, be open to the garden, seize the pasha, and carry him and some of his wives and children off to the craft that our fellows come in, and then on to the schooner. Then we can send ash.o.r.e to say that unless the prisoners are sent off in a boat to us by twelve o'clock in the day we shall hang the pasha. Maybe when we get hold of the pasha there will be no occasion to carry him and his women off; the mere threat of it might be enough. We can tell him that it will be painful to us to have to hoist them up to the top of the wall in sacks, but that we shall be obliged to do it unless he signs an order for the prisoners' release, and sends it off at once by an officer to the jail. A handsome bribe that will enable him to make his peace with his superior at Smyrna may help to quicken his perception."

Zaimes seized Horace's hand with fervour, shook it wildly, clasped his hands on his breast, raised them to heaven, and poured forth a stream of exclamations of delight. The quiet habits of many years had been thrown to the winds in a moment, and the excitable Greek nature burst through all restraints. "You have given me new life," he exclaimed as soon as he had calmed down a little. "Just now there did not seem even a shadow of hope. Now there is a chance that once again I may clasp my brother in my arms. Your plan is difficult, it is dangerous, and yet we may succeed. It is a desperate undertaking, but what is that? I would give my life for my brother, and your sailors would all risk theirs for their comrades."

"Let us sit down here quietly for a few minutes, Zaimes, and take a good look at these walls. It is evident by the look of this road that it is very little used, and even if anyone did come up they would only think that we had been working in the orange groves behind us and were taking a quiet smoke. It is lucky that there is a moon to-night; it would be an awfully difficult job to get over those walls and into a place we know nothing of if it were a dark night. There will be no difficulty in throwing up a grapnel and getting on to the first wall.

The greatest difficulty will be in crossing from that one to the one behind it. Of course with a regular gangway it would be easy enough, but we should not be able to get materials for making one. However, with a couple of stout spars put up a foot apart with ropes between them a foot from each other so as to make ratlings, we could get up, though it wouldn't be a very easy job pa.s.sing women down. Still, I hope it won't come to that. I should think if we capture the pasha and his children, if he has any--and I suppose with half-a-dozen wives he will be sure to have some--we might leave the women alone, though, of course, we should threaten to take them. But I'll tell you what we shall want, and that is a man who can speak Turkish well, so as to explain exactly to the pasha the fix he is in."

"Yes, we shall want such a man," Zaimes agreed.

"Very well, Zaimes, then I think you had better go back to our friend at once. Even if he did mean treachery, he would have taken no steps yet, as he won't expect us back till the evening if we come at all.

Tell him that you want a service of him in which he will run no personal danger--for you know we can dress him up in some of our things, and put a bit of black cloth as a mask half over his face--and that he will be paid twenty pieces of gold for a night's work. That will be a fortune to him."

"That will be the best plan," Zaimes said. "Where shall we meet you?"

"I will go down the hill to the bottom to see what sort of a road there is along the sea, and I will wait there for you. If the road is exposed to the view of the sentries on the batteries at the sea wall we must make our way through the orchards to this point; if not, we will move along there."

"Do you think that Captain Martyn is sure to be here this evening?"

"He is quite certain to be. He knows that every hour is of importance, and he will get hold of some craft or other early this morning even if he has to go into a fishing port to get it."

Zaimes retraced his steps up the hill, while Horace sauntered down until he came out on to the road leading to the port along the sh.o.r.e.

A good many small houses were scattered along by its side, and some fishing-boats drawn up on the beach. At the angle of the wall there was a battery. Three guns pointed along the road and the Turkish sentry was leaning against the parapet by the side of them.

"We shall have to make our way through the orchards," he said to himself. "There will be no getting along this road with the moon up.

The sentry would notice us a quarter of a mile away. Besides, the tramp of so many feet would be certain to bring people to their doors.

And we must come early if we can, so as to catch the pasha before he goes to bed."

In half an hour Zaimes and the cobbler came up.

"It is agreed," the former said in English; "twenty pounds will make him what he considers rich, and he declares he is ready to run any risk for a single night's work in order to gain it. I think he is an honest fellow. I watched him closely when I went in, and if he had any thought whatever of betraying us, I think I should have seen it in his face."

It was now four o'clock in the afternoon, and they soon made out a small brigantine anch.o.r.ed a quarter of a mile out, and about a mile and a half along the sh.o.r.e.

"I expect that is her," Horace said. "She has only just come in, for there are some men upon the yards stowing away the sails, and that is just the position we agreed she should take up."

When they had gone a mile farther they could see that she had small red and white flags at her mast-head. When they got opposite to her they went down to the water's edge. Horace waved a white handkerchief for a moment and then sat down. A minute later the boat towing behind the brigantine was hauled up. Two men got into her and rowed leisurely to the sh.o.r.e. They were dressed as Turkish sailors, but Horace recognized them as they came close as two of the crew. They stepped in at once, and the boat rowed out again.

"Have you any news of Mr. Miller and the others, Mr. Horace," one of them said, "if I might make so bold as to ask?"

"Certainly you may. They are in prison, and there is no possibility of getting them out with the strength we have got; it would need three or four hundred men at least. But we have another plan, which we hope will be successful."

"You will find the captain down in the cabin with your father, Mr.

Horace. Everyone is keeping below except three or four of our chaps, who are got up, like us, in the clothes of the crew of the craft."

"Come along, Zaimes," Horace said as he stepped on board. "You had better come with me. This man is going to help us, Davidson, so make him as comfortable as you can till Zaimes comes out again."

Horace found his father, Martyn, and the doctor in the little cabin.

He was heartily welcomed back, and eagerly questioned as to his news.

He first told them of the impossibility of doing anything to effect the rescue of the prisoners, guarded as they were; and then explained the position of the pasha's house and garden, and his own plan.

"Well, it is a bold scheme, Horace, but I should think it might succeed," Martyn said when he concluded. "We ought certainly to be able to get hold of the pasha before an alarm is given, and if we do we might manage to make terms with him without the women knowing anything about it. That would be a great point, if it could be managed, for if they begin screaming they will bring the whole town upon us. You say there is one door from that part of the house into the court-yard on the other side, and of course there is a communication from the public rooms into the house. The first thing to do when we get in will be to post a couple of men at each of these doors to prevent anyone from running out and giving them the alarm.

After that we can tackle the pasha quietly. As you say, though we may threaten, there would be no getting women up over those walls; they would have to be slung up like bales, and if the alarm were given we should have the town upon us before we had half finished the job. We could bundle the pasha off, tied up if he would not walk, and take a dozen children if there are as many, for the sailors could carry them if they were small; if not, they could be gagged and made to walk with a pistol at their heads; but with women, and especially Turkish women, it would be an awful business. Many of them are fat, and some of them I suppose would faint. If we can get the pasha himself and some of his children that will be enough; but as you say, I expect he will give in when he finds himself in our hands, and we tell him that we are going to carry him and his whole family off. Your idea of a bribe in addition is a very good one. Of course, as you say, if we were sure the men at Smyrna would send an order for them to be sent to him, we should be all right, for we could attack their guard at some lonely spot along the road; but the betting is ten to one that he orders them to be hung at once, and if the pasha here writes in return describing how he has been obliged to give them up, and sending a handsome present, he will hear nothing more about it. What time do you think we had better start, Horace?"

"About nine o'clock, I should say. It will take us a good hour getting from here and scaling the walls. It is not likely the pasha will be turning in before eleven, but it is as well to give a good margin."

"I should recommend you not to go, Mr. Beveridge," Martyn said. "You are not accustomed to climb rope-ladders. It is a job that is only fit for sailors."

"I do not think I should be of much use," Mr. Beveridge replied. "If I did, I would go gladly; but after the hindrance I was to you all at Cyprus, I will take your advice and stay here."

"I will leave a couple of men with you."

"No, Captain Martyn, you may want every man. Zaimes will remain with me. If you were going to attack the prison no doubt he would wish to be there and help to rescue his brother; but as it is, someone must stay here as we have eight prisoners down in the hold, and as he is no more accustomed to climbing ropes than I am, it is better that he should remain here."

"Very well, sir, then I will see about getting the things we shall want made."

The crew were at once set to work to prepare the ladders.

"We had better not make regular rope-ladders," Martyn said. "They are well enough for us; but if we have to get people over the wall, we had better put in wooden rungs."

Accordingly some spare oars were sawn up into lengths, and with these and four ropes, two ladders each forty feet long were manufactured.

Then two spars twenty-five feet long were chosen. Cross-pieces were nailed to these a foot apart, and a long piece of canvas was nailed under this gangway, so that, as Martyn said, if any of the captives made a false step in going across it, they would not fall through. A single block was fastened to a grapnel, and a long rope attached for getting up the ladder to the top of the first wall. All this was but an hour's work for twenty men. The doctor had been asked whether he would prefer staying on board or going with the party. He decided upon staying.

"If you were going to fight I would certainly go with you, Martyn; but I am no more accustomed to climbing up ropes than Mr. Beveridge is, and I should only be in your way, so I will stay with him and Zaimes and keep watch on board."

"I think that is the best plan, doctor. It is sailors' work. We shall have trouble as it is in hoisting that fellow Horace brought on board over the walls."

The cobbler had turned pale with fright when Zaimes explained to him that they were going to take the pasha a prisoner, and that he would be wanted to interpret to him, and he protested that nothing could tempt him to undertake such a business.

"Nonsense, man!" Zaimes said. "You will run no more risks than the others. Look at them laughing and joking. They don't look like men who are about to embark on a perilous expedition. However, I promised you twenty pounds, but if you do your work well and speak out boldly and firmly what you are told, you shall have another five."

"It is a big sum for a poor man," the cobbler replied. "I will do it, but I won't answer for speaking out loud and bold; my teeth chatter at the very thought of it. If he should ever recognize me again, he would chop me up into mince meat."

"How can he recognize you? You can either fasten a piece of black cloth over your face, or what will do just as well, get a cork and burn it, and rub it over your face till you are as black as coal. Your own brother wouldn't know you then, and the pasha will have enough to think about without staring at you."

"I like that better than the cloth," the man said. "If there is a scuffle the black cloth may come off."

"We will rig you up in the clothes of one of the sailors here. You can put them on over your own if you like, and then you will have nothing to do but to throw them away, wash your face, and walk boldly into the town in the morning."

The brigantine had two boats. These were, as soon as it became dark, lowered, and a quarter before nine the landing party mustered. The men had already torn up some blankets and old sail-cloth, and wrapped them round their cutla.s.ses and muskets so as to deaden the sound should these strike against the wall. The guns were not loaded, but each man carried thirty rounds of ammunition and a brace of pistols, which were to be loaded as soon as they got down into the garden, Martyn, however, giving the strictest orders that whatever happened not a shot was to be fired without his permission.

"I do not think it is likely that we shall meet with any resistance, lads," he said before they stepped down into the boats. "If there is, knock them down with your fists; or if there is anything serious, use your cutla.s.ses. Mr. Horace will place the four men told off for the doors, at their posts. These will follow him through the house regardless of anything that is going on around. Everything depends upon our preventing anyone from leaving the house and giving the alarm. I shall myself post men at all the lower windows before we enter. Their duty will be to prevent anyone from coming out into the garden. If there is yelling or shrieking in the garden it will alarm the town. As long as they only shriek in the house there is no fear of its being heard. Now you each know what you have got to do. As to scaling the wall, this must be done as quietly as if you were making sail on board a smart frigate."

CHAPTER XIII

THE PASHA OF ADALIA