talwart British tars standing beside
Thyra.

"Look here," continued the sailor, "if you don't leave this here young
lady alone, and be off instanter, we'll take you aboard and let our
captain deal with you."

Herbert Murray looked around, and seeing that the sailors were in a
position to carry out their threat, angrily relinquished the chase, and
turning his horse, rode off with Chivey, who had not approached quite
so near.

CHAPTER LXXXVIII.

END OF THE CONTEST--DEATH OF THYRA.

Thyra was securely protected by these gallant tars until the rest of
the party came up, which was not long, for after a slight skirmish,
Jack and his friends managed to cut through the new force of opposing
Turks, and make their way towards the ship.

Ibrahim Pasha, enraged at being thus defied, still pressed on, followed
by all his force, but they only arrived at the shore in time to see
Jack and the others embarking in the boats.

He now had recourse to threats.

"In the name of His Imperial Majesty the Sultan," he said to the
officer in command, "I command you to give up to me these Englishmen,
who have escaped from justice."

"They are British subjects," returned the officer, "who have sought the
protection of their flag."

"Shall British subjects commit crime and yet go free?" inquired
Ibrahim.

"What crime have they committed?" asked the officer.

"Murder--the assassination of his highness, Moley Pasha."

"What evidence have you to show to connect them with his death?" asked
the officer. "If you have but sufficient evidence, they shall be tried
before a proper tribunal. Where the English flag floats, justice shall
be done to all."

The pasha bit his lip.

He knew that his evidence against these Englishmen was very slight,
being in fact only the assertion of Murray and Chivey, and that any
mistake on his part would bring on political trouble that might be his
ruin, so he began to draw in.

"At least," he said, "you can not refuse to give me back my own
property, stolen from my palace."

"That's a reasonable request enough," answered the lieutenant. "Point
out your property, and you shall have it."

"There it is," exclaimed Ibrahim, as he pointed to Thyra.

"That your property, eh?" said the astonished officer. "Well, a very
nice property too. But how was she stolen?"

"Stolen from my harem by that son of Eblis!" cried the old pasha,
pointing to Jack.

"Ah, young man, I see how it is," said the officer,