There was some delay, when her brother-in-law seized her arm and attempted to drag her to an inner room.

The Pasha's officer seized the other arm and the poor girl was in danger of having her shoulders dislocated.

At length the officer prevailed and she escaped.
Her mother and the women who had assembled from the neighborhood, then set up a terrific shriek, like a funeral wail, "She's lost! she's dead! wo is me!" It was all pre-arranged.

The brother-in-law had been around to the square to a rendezvous of soldiers, and told them that an attempt would be made to abduct his sister by force, and if they heard a shriek from the women, to hasten to his house.

The rabble of soldiers wanted no better pastime than such a melee among the infidels, and promised to come.