"He is a spy, and we have orders to arrest him." Harry waited to hear no more, but walked in the opposite direction; taking care to maintain a leisurely stride, and to avoid all appearance of haste.

Then, going down to the road by the side of which the bazaar was encamped, he mingled with the crowd there.
Presently, one of the troopers dashed up.
"Has anyone seen a man in the dress of a trader ?" and he roughly described the attire of which Harry had rid himself.
There was a general chorus of denial, from those standing round, and the trooper again galloped on.
Harry continued his walk at a leisurely pace, stopping occasionally to look at articles exposed for sale, until he reached the end of the bazaar.

Then he made across the country.

Trumpets were blowing now in the camp, and he had no doubt that Balloba had ordered a thorough search to be made for him.

He did not quicken his pace, however, until well out of sight; but then he broke into a swinging trot, for he guessed that, when he was not found in the camp, parties of cavalry would start to scour the country.