"Ye fools, whose mad hands rise against your own heads! Do ye want to make the earth quake beneath you that so many of you stand in a heap in one place? What fool among you is it would drag the whole lot of you down to perdition? Would that the heavens might fall upon you!--would that these houses might bury you!--would that ye might turn into four-footed beasts who can do nothing but bark! Lower your heads, ye wretched creatures, and go and hide yourselves behind your mud-walls! And let not a single cry be heard in your streets, for if you dare to come out of your holes, I swear by the shadow of Allah that I'll make a rubbish-heap of Stambul with my guns, and none shall live in it henceforth but serpents and bats and your accursed souls, ye dogs!" And nobody durst say him nay. They listened to his revilings in silence, gave way before him, and made a way for his prancing steed. Halil was not there, had he but been there the Kapudan Pasha would not have waited twice for an answer. So here also Abdi succeeded in trotting through the ranks of the rioters, and so at last directed his way towards the Etmeidan. By this time not only the caldron of the first but the caldron of the fifth Janissary regiment had been erected in the midst of the camp. They had been taken by force from the army blacksmiths, and a group of Janissaries stood round each of them. Abdi Pasha appeared among them so unexpectedly that they were only aware of his presence when he suddenly bawled at them: "Put down your weapons!" They all regarded the Kapudan Pasha with fear and wonder. How had he got here? Not one of them dared to draw a sword against him, yet not one of them submitted, and everyone of them felt that Patrona was badly wanted here. The banner of the insurgents was waving in the midst of the piazza. Abdi Pasha rode straight towards it. The Janissaries remained rooted to the spot, staring after him with astonishment. Suddenly Musli leaped forth from amongst them, and anticipating the Kapudan, seized the flag himself. "Give me that banner, my son!" said Abdi with all the phlegm of a true seaman. Musli had not yet sufficiently recovered to be able to answer articulately, but he shook his head by way of intimating that surrender it he would not. "Give me that banner, Janissary!" cried Abdi once more, sternly regarding Musli straight between the eyes. Instead of answering Musli simply proceeded to wind the banner round its pole. "Give me that banner!" bellowed Abdi for the third time, with a voice of thunder, at the same time drawing his sword. But now Musli twisted the pole round so that the mud-stained end which had been sticking in the earth rose high in the air, and he said: