'I'll teach you manners,' he cried, and took a step forward to reach for Blenkiron's shoulder--the game he had twice played with me.
Blenkiron never took his hands from his coat pockets.

'Keep your distance,' he drawled in a new voice.

'I've got you covered, and I'll make a hole in your bullet head if you lay a hand on me.' With an effort Stumm recovered himself.

He rang a bell and fell to smiling.

An orderly appeared to whom he spoke in Turkish, and presently a file of soldiers entered the room.
'I'm going to have you disarmed, gentlemen,' he said.