Their features were
coarse and swarthy, and their eyes had a most villainous glare. Old
fashioned pistols and double-edged daggers were stuck in their belts
and their clothing, though of gorgeous colors, was soiled and neglected.
With all the caution of the American savage these Turks approached the
tree, where, to their unbounded amazement, they saw the boy lying
asleep. His dress and fairness of skin at once proclaimed him, in
their shrewd eyes, a European, and their first thought was to glance
around in search of his horse or dromedary. Seeing nothing of the
kind near they were much puzzled to account for his presence, and
stood looking down at him with evident curiosity.
The sun struck the polished surface of the traveling machine which was
attached to Rob's wrist and made the metal glitter like silver. This
attracted the eyes of the tallest Turk, who stooped down and
stealthily unclasped the band of the machine from the boy's
outstretched arm. Then, after a hurried but puzzled examination of the
little instrument, he slipped it into the pocket of his jacket.
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