ack through the gate.

This soon happened, and amongst those disappointed Turks, Jack Harkaway
was not for a moment conspicuous.

Mingling now with the crowd outside, Jack soon found an opportunity of
slipping down a side lane, and reaching the suburbs of the town.

He was free, his disguise still protecting him.

He now increased his speed, making towards the desert.

For there dwelt the tribe of Arabs with whom he was friendly, who hated
the new pasha as much as the old one, and who would be sure to extend
their assistance to the gallant young Englishman, and enable him to
rescue his friends. They received him kindly.

Jack told his story--in which they were all powerfully interested--but
they told him that nothing could be done until the chief returned.

In the meantime, our hero was so overcome by excitement and fatigue
that a deep sleep fell upon him, despite his efforts to keep it off.

CHAPTER LXXXV.

ADVENTURES IN THE VAULTS--NEW FRIENDS--JACK AGREEABLY SURPRISED.

We must now follow Jack's friends in their subterranean flight.

They were, in fact, the remains of some ancient and long-disused
fortifications, of far greater antiquity than the edifice which had
been built over them.

Light and air were only admitted by small gratings on the sides of the
roofing, which was about level with the ground outside.

As soon as the party had got over the confusion of their hurried
concealment, Harry Girdwood took the lead.

Their greatest distress was the loss of Jack Harkaway.

That he was not with them soon became evident.

And that being shut outside would be certain death to him, seemed
equally so.

Thyra could by no means be consoled.

Her grief at this separation from Jack took the form of intense and
violent lamentations.

She declared that had she known that Jack would thus be left outside,
no consideration would have induced her to enter the vaults.

In her frenzy of despair and her love for him, she resolved to go back
and perish with him.

But all her efforts were inadequate to raise the stone which had
already resisted the greater strength of Harry Girdwood.

As soon as the Greek girl could be in the least degree pacified, the
party proceeded through the vaults, Harry reminding them that they were
by no means out of all danger, but that further on some other outlet,
or at least more secure retreat might be discovered.

It was a great drawback that they had no lamp or candle,