When we got home at night the city was full of a report that some one in our house had shot a Turkish boy through the body.

I at once made an investigation and found that the facts were that a boy coming to the town, at a distance of about half a mile from the gate, had been hit by a rifle ball which had struck him in the chest and gone out at the back.

No one had heard a shot, and the sentinel at our doors, set nominally for honor, but really to watch the house, had not heard any sound.

The boy was in no danger, and he declared that the bullet had struck him in the back and gone out by the chest.

My Canea dragoman, who was reading in the house all the time we were gone, had heard nothing and knew nothing about it; but, on examining the rifle, I found that some one had tried to wipe it out and had left a rag sticking half way down, the barrel.