Jack Harkaway's Boy Tinker Among The Turks
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CHAPTER LXXIX.
MOLE PASHA ASTONISHES THE NATIVES STILL MORE--THE ORDER OF THE GLASSBUTTON.
"I am all attention," replied the lieutenant.
"I came from a land," said Mr. Mole, with a grandiloquent flourish,"where we despise physical suffering."
The august Turks around were filled with wonder and with admiration forthe speaker.
After what they had witnessed, they were prepared to credit Mr. Mole'smost extravagant assertions.
"Would you have some further proof of my great courage?" demanded Mr.Mole, folding his arms and striking a defiant attitude.
"Brave man, what more can you show us of your courage?" was the reply.
"Behold!" cried Mole.
The whole assembly eyed Mr. Mole's movements with the greatestcuriosity now.
"Bring me a dozen sharp implements, such as swords, knives, daggers,etc, etc."
They were brought to him, and he then laid them down in a row upon thecarpet.
The first was a needle of the dimensions of an ordinary bodkin.
Next this, was a small iron skewer.
After this came a long-bladed dagger knife.
And finally, there was a cut-and-thrust sword of alarming dimensions.
"You shall see now," said Mole, sternly, "how I can despise suchtrivialities as your bastinado."
What was he about to do now?
In solemn silence, Mr. Mole bared his right calf, then requested thecompany of his black servant Tinker, who was still in the hall.
The request was granted.
"Tinker."
"Yes, Massa Mole."
"Go and fetch me----"
Here he sank his voice to a whisper, and the rest of his instructionswere heard by no one save the darkey, for whom they were intended.
In the course of a few moments, Tinker returned and passed somethingslyly into Mr. Mole's hand.
It was a small sponge in an oil-skin bag.
Yet it appeared to be saturated with something, to judge by the way itwas handled, for Mr. Mole slyly put it in his pocket.
Mr. Mole then took up the smallest of the row of implements justdescribed.
"Behold what an Englishman can do!"
And then to the amazement of the spectators, he thrust the needle intothe thick part of his calf.
A quiet smile played about the corners of his mouth.
But no sign of the slightest suffering.
"Judge how much your bastinado can affect me," he said, with superbdisdain.
"Allah be praised!" ejaculated the Turk; "wondrous man."
"Behold," pursued Mole, picking up the skewer.
He passed it fairly through his calf, and stood there with his footfirmly planted on the ground, gazing about him like another "monarch ofall he surveyed."
"Look again."
And Mole took up a large nail, and hammered it into his foot, so thathe was pinned to the floor.
"Allah be praised!" again shouted the Turks.
"One more proof," he said, disdainfully.
He picked up another dagger, and pushed it resolutely into the ill-usedleg.
At the same time he held the calf with his left hand, in which heconcealed, with considerable dexterity, the sponge which Tinker hadbrought him.
Blood now trickled slowly through Mr. Mole's fingers, and ran down hislegs and feet.
A thrill of terror passed through the assemblage.
"Yet another proof," exclaimed Mole, grandly.
"No more, no more," exclaimed the Turk.
Mole withdrew the nail from his foot, and the dagger from his leg, andseizing the sword, he thrust it with ferocious energy into the othermutilated leg.
He pressed his hand to the wound, and the blood flowed out in a smalltorrent, while the spectators groaned.
Mole looked round him proudly--defiantly.
Had he just conquered on the field of Waterloo, he could not have showna greater apparent belief in himself.
He smiled sardonically as he bound up the wounded legs with his scarf.
Mr. Mole here nearly spoilt his exhibition of his marvellous power ofendurance, for pricking his finger accidentally with a pin, he sang outlustily, much to the astonishment of the Turks.
But he was lucky to recover himself in time before the Turks coulddivine what had occurred.
"You must invent something more violent than any punishment I have yetseen here, if you would subdue the soul of Isaac Mole."
And he strode along with the air of the heavy man in a transpontinemelodrama.
The marvellous exhibition of endurance aroused the phlegmatic Turk toreal enthusiasm.
"Mole Pasha," he exclaimed, "you are a great hero. I shall seek anaudience of his highness the Sultan, and beg of him for you some markof distinction, perhaps even to confer upon you the distinguished orderof the glass button."
"The glass bottle would be more in your excellency's way, Mole Pasha,"suggested Tinker.
And henceforth when Mole walked abroad, the population was aroused.
"Behold the bravest Frank that ever lived," they said. "He is a greathero."