“I am very sorry to oppose Seigneur Kéraban,” replied the chief of the police, “buthe cannot pass without payment.”

“He will pass without paying.”

“No, indeed!” “Yes,indeed!” “FriendKéraban,” began Van Mitten, with the laudable intention of making this headstrong individual listen to reason, “myfriend—.” “Letme alone, Van Mitten,” retorted Kéraban angrily. “Thistax is perfectly iniquitous, vexatious. It ought not to be submitted to. Never—no, never would the old r4ime have dared to levy a tax upon the caYques on the Bosphorus.” “Well,at any rate, the new rcçinzc have need of money,” remarked the chief of police, “andthey have not hesitated to do so.” “Weshall see about that,” said Kdraban. “Guard;’said the chief, addressing his men, “youwill see that the new proclamation is carried out.” “Come,Van Mitten,” said Kéraban, stamping his foot. “Bruno,Nizib, follow us.” “Youmust pay forty paras,” remarked the chief of police quietly. “Fortyblows of the stick,” replied Kéraban irritably. But scarcely had he advanced towards the steps whée the caïque lay, when the guard surrounded him and his friends, and obliged them to retrace their steps. “Letme pass!” he exclaimed, putling himself into a defiant attitude. “Donot dare to touch me, any of you, even with the tips of your fingers! I will pass, by Allah! and that too without the loss tf a single para.” “Yes,you may pass, certainly ; .through the prison-door,” replied the chief of police, who was getting rather excited also; “andyou will pay a prettyYfine before you come out again.” “Iwilt go to Scutari.” “Notby crossing the Bosphorus; and as it is impossible to go any other way.—” “Youthink so, do you?” sneered Kéraban, who with