CHAPTER XIII.
A NIGHT IN ALGIERS.
His manner gives the man from Chicago to understand that he has cause for sudden anxiety.
"What is it, Mustapha ?" he whispers.
"Monsieur did not notice.

Two Arabs, one a _muezzin_, or priest, just passed us.

They brushed against you.

Perhaps they disturbed the burnoose; at any rate, their heads go together; they appear excited; they stop below; see, you can yourself notice; two more join them; they point this way.

Ah! there is trouble, monsieur.