a
stout-built English sailor, in the usual dress, and with a tail which
hung down behind, below his waist. The sailor did not appear to like his
treatment; and every now and then, as they pushed and dragged him in,
turned to one side or the other, looking daggers at those who conducted
him. He was sober, although his eyes bore testimony to recent
intoxication, and his face, which was manly and handsome, was much
disfigured by an enormous quid of tobacco in his right cheek, which gave
him an appearance of natural deformity. As soon as he was near enough to
the pacha, the attendants let him go. Jack shook his jacket, hitched up
his trousers, and said, looking furiously at them, "Well, you beggars,
have you done with me at last?"

Mustapha addressed the sailor in English, telling him that he was in the
presence of his highness the pacha.

"What, that old chap, muffled up in shawls and furs--is he the pacha?
Well, I don't think much o' he;" and the sailor turned his eyes round
the room, gaping with astonishment, and perfectly unmindful how very
near he was to one who could cut off his head or his tail, by a single
movement of his hand.

"What sayeth the Frank, Mustapha?" inquired the pacha.

"He is struck dumb with astonishment at the splendour of your majesty,
and all that he beholds."

"It is well said, by Allah!"

"I suppose I may just as well come to an anchor," said the sailor,
suiting the action to the word, and dropping down on the mats. "There,"
continued he, folding his legs in imitation of the Turks, "as it's the
fashion to have a cross in your hawse, on this here country, I can be a
bit of a lubber as well as yourselves. I wouldn't mind if I blew a
cloud, as well as you, old fusty-musty."

"What does the Giaour say? What son of a dog is this, to sit in our
presence?" exclaimed the pacha.

"He saith," replied Mustapha, "that in his country, no one dare stand in
the presence of the Frankish king; and, overcome by his humility, his
legs refuse their office, and he sinks to the dust before you. It is
even as he sayeth, for I have travelled in their country, and such is
the custom of that uncivilised nation. Mashallah! but he lives in awe
and trembling."

"By the beard of the Prophet, he does not appear to show it outwardly,"
replied the pacha; "but that may be the custom also."

"Be chesm, on my eyes be it," replied Mustapha, "it is even so. Frank,"
said Mustapha, "the pacha has sent for you that he may