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Methods in
Molecular Biology 2526
Reactive Oxygen
Species in Plants
Methods and Protocols
METHODS IN MOLECULAR BIOLOGY
Series Editor
John M. Walker
School of Life and Medical Sciences
University of Hertfordshire
Hatfield, Hertfordshire, UK
Edited by
Amna Mhamdi
VIB Center for Plant Systems Biology, Ghent University, Zwijnaarde, Belgium
Editor
Amna Mhamdi
VIB Center for Plant Systems Biology
Ghent University
Zwijnaarde, Belgium
This Humana imprint is published by the registered company Springer Science+Business Media, LLC, part of Springer
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Preface
Reactive oxygen species (ROS) refer to any molecule that is more reactive than oxygen itself.
ROS are produced spontaneously by metabolism at different subcellular locations such as
chloroplasts, mitochondria, peroxisomes, and the apoplast. In planta, ROS regulate a
myriad of processes including development, stress signaling, systemic responses, and cell
death. Literature analysis continues to document the tremendous ever-growing interest in
research areas related to ROS and redox-related metabolism certainly due to their impor-
tance in plant responses to fluctuating environments. I believe that these areas will continue
to be relevant to numerous aspects of plant biology and will continue to be of interest to
many researchers, even more with the future climate-change context. Advances in these
areas would not be possible without a reliable methodology; therefore, this guide is timely
and convenient.
This book includes detailed information on protocols and methods that can be used to
study reactive oxygen species (ROS) in plants and to characterize their roles in development
and stress responses and is written by recognized leaders in this field. The aim is to provide a
useful collection of protocols that any researcher, and in particular young researchers, can
use and reproduce with ease. The book contains 20 chapters and is divided into 4 parts. Part
I covers the strategies to induce ROS production. Part II focuses on methods to visualize
ROS and detect changes in redox homeostasis. Part III is devoted to small-scale and
targeted analyses that allow for investigating the effects of ROS accumulation during stress
on plant physiology and metabolism. The final part, Part IV, explores the benefit of using
systems biology approaches to understand ROS functions. While the methods described
here have been used mostly on our favorite model plant, Arabidopsis thaliana, they can be
easily adapted to study ROS in crops and other plant species.
This book covers complementary approaches to capture the ROS field from different
angles. The Notes section provides the experts’ views on how to handle pitfalls and guides
the users to get the best of their data, and for that, I would like to acknowledge all the
authors for their valuable contributions.
v
Contents
Preface . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . v
Contributors. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . xi
vii
viii Contents
Index . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 289
Contributors
ATTILA L. ÁDÁM • Plant Protection Institute, Centre for Agricultural Research, Eötvös
Loránd Research Network (ELKH), Budapest, Hungary
THUALFEQAR AL-MOHANNA • Department of Biochemistry, Molecular Biology, Entomology,
and Plant Pathology, Mississippi State University, Mississippi State, MS, USA
MD. SANAULLAH BISWAS • Department of Horticulture, Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujibur
Rahman Agricultural University, Gazipur, Bangladesh
FRANK VAN BREUSEGEM • Department of Plant Biotechnology and Bioinformatics, Ghent
University, Ghent, Belgium; VIB-UGent Center for Plant Systems Biology, Ghent, Belgium
TAO CHEN • School of Food and Biological Engineering, Hefei University of Technology,
Hefei, Anhui, China
ZEYA CHEN • Department of Plant Biotechnology and Bioinformatics, Ghent University,
Ghent, Belgium; Center for Plant Systems Biology, VIB, Ghent, Belgium
JAGNA CHMIELOWSKA-BA˛K • Department of Plant Ecophysiology, Institute of Experimental
Biology, Faculty of Biology, School of Natural Sciences, Adam Mickiewicz University,
Poznan, Poland
JOANNA DECKERT • Department of Plant Ecophysiology, Institute of Experimental Biology,
Faculty of Biology, School of Natural Sciences, Adam Mickiewicz University, Poznan,
Poland
LARA FECKER • Institute of Crop Science and Resource Conservation (INRES), Rheinische
Friedrich-Wilhelms-Universit€ at Bonn, Bonn, Germany
MILOSLAVA FOJTOVÁ • Mendel Centre for Plant Genomics and Proteomics, Central European
Institute of Technology, Masaryk University, Brno, Czech Republic
FLORENCE GUÉRARD • Plateforme Métabolisme-Métabolome, Institut des Sciences des Plantes
de Paris-Saclay, Unité Mixte de Recherche 8618 Centre National de la Recherche
Scientifique, Orsay Cedex, France
YI HAN • School of Food and Biological Engineering, Hefei University of Technology, Hefei,
Anhui, China; National Engineering Laboratory of Crop Stress Resistance Breeding, School
of Life Sciences, Anhui Agricultural University, Hefei, China
KENJI HASHIMOTO • Department of Applied Biological Science, Tokyo University of Science,
Noda, Chiba, Japan
MICHEL HAVAUX • Aix-Marseille University, CNRS, CEA, UMR7265, Biosciences and
Biotechnologies Institute of Aix-Marseille, CEA/Cadarache, Saint-Paul-lez-Durance,
France
JINGJING HUANG • Department of Plant Biotechnology and Bioinformatics, Ghent
University, Ghent, Belgium; Center for Plant Systems Biology, VIB, Ghent, Belgium
FRANCIS IMPENS • VIB Center for Medical Biotechnology, Ghent, Belgium; UGent
Department of Biomolecular Medicine, Ghent, Belgium; VIB Proteomics Core, Ghent,
Belgium
TAKAHIRO ISHIKAWA • Department of Life Sciences, Faculty of Life and Environmental
Science, Shimane University, Matsue, Shimane, Japan; Institute of Agricultural and Life
Sciences, Academic Assembly, Shimane University, Matsue, Shimane, Japan
EMMANUELLE ISSAKIDIS-BOURGUET • Université Paris-Saclay, CNRS, INRAE, Univ Evry,
Institute of Plant Sciences Paris-Saclay (IPS2), Orsay, France
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xii Contributors
Molecular Biology, Biology Centre, Czech Academy of Sciences, České Budějovice, Czech
Republic
WEI XUAN • MOA Key Laboratory of Plant Nutrition and Fertilization in Lower-Middle
Reaches of the Yangtze River and State Key Laboratory of Crop Genetics and Germplasm
Enhancement, Nanjing Agricultural University, Nanjing, Jiangsu, China
SHENG XU • Institute of Botany, Jiangsu Province and Chinese Academy of Sciences,
Nanjing, Jiangsu, China
ZBYNĚK ZDRÁHAL • Mendel Centre for Plant Genomics and Proteomics, Central European
Institute of Technology, Masaryk University, Brno, Czech Republic
LINLIN ZHANG • School of Food and Biological Engineering, Hefei University of Technology,
Hefei, Anhui, China
ZHICHENG ZHANG • Department of Plant Biotechnology and Bioinformatics, Ghent,
Belgium; VIB-UGent Center for Plant Systems Biology, Ghent, Belgium
Part I
Abstract
As immobile organisms, green plants must be frequently challenged by a broad range of environmental
stresses. During these constantly adverse conditions, reactive oxygen species (ROS) levels can rise extremely
in plants, leading to cellular dysfunction and cell death presumably due to irreversible protein overoxida-
tion. Once considered merely as deleterious molecules, cells seek to remove them as efficiently as possible.
To enhance ROS scavenging capacity, genes encoding antioxidative enzymes can be directly expressed from
the genome of plastid (chloroplast), a major compartment for ROS production in photosynthetic organ-
isms. Thus, overexpression of antioxidant enzymes by plastid engineering may provide an alternative to
enhance plant’s tolerance to stressful conditions specifically related with chloroplast-derived ROS. Here, we
describe basic procedures for expressing glutathione reductase, a vital component of ascorbate-glutathione
pathway, in tobacco via plastid transformation technology.
1 Introduction
Amna Mhamdi (ed.), Reactive Oxygen Species in Plants: Methods and Protocols, Methods in Molecular Biology, vol. 2526,
https://doi.org/10.1007/978-1-0716-2469-2_1, © Springer Science+Business Media, LLC, part of Springer Nature 2022
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4 Shengchun Li et al.
2 Materials
2.2 Culture Media 1. 20 Macro salts for MS medium (1 L): 38.0 g KNO3, 33.0 g
Components NH4 NO3, 8.8 g CaCl2·2 H2O, 7.4 g MgSO4·7H2O, 3.4 g
KH2PO4. Store at 4 C.
2. 200 Micro salts for MS medium (1 L): 4.46 g MnSO4·4H2O,
1.72 g ZnSO4·7H2O, 1.24 g H3BO3, 166.0 mg KI, 50.0 mg
Na2MoO4·2H2O, 5.0 mg CuSO4·5H2O, 5.0 mg CoCl2·6-
H2O. Store at 4 C.
3. 200 iron solution for MS (100 mL): 556 mg FeSO4·7H2O
and 746.0 mg Na2EDTA. Store at 4 C.
4. 200 vitamins/organic compounds for MS medium
(100 mL): 2 g inositol, 2.0 mg thiamine HCl, 10.0 mg pyri-
doxine HCl, 10.0 mg nicotinic acid, and 40.0 mg glycine.
Store at 4 C.
5. Naphthalene acetic acid (NAA), 1 mg/mL (in 0.1 M NaOH).
6. 6-benzylaminopurine (6-BA), 1 mg/mL (in 0.1 M HCl).
7. Spectinomycin, 100 mg/mL.
8. Streptomycin, 100 mg/mL.
9. MS medium for growth of plants in sterile culture (1 L): 20
Macro salts (50 mL), 200 Micro salts (10 mL), 200 iron
solution (10 mL), 200 vitamins/organic compounds
(10 mL), pH 5.6–5.8 (adjust with 0.2 M KOH).
10. Regeneration medium of plants (RMOP) medium for shoot
regeneration: MS medium, 0.1 mg/L NAA, 1.0 mg/L 6-BA,
30 g sucrose, pH 5.7, 8.0 g/L agar.
11. Rooting medium: MS medium, 0.1 mg/L NAA, 30 g sucrose,
pH 5.7, 8.0 g/L agar.
Shoot regeneration medium or rooting medium is steri-
lized by autoclaving and cooled to approximately 60 C.
3 Methods
3.2 Construction of 1. Amplify the coding region (see Note 5) of any gene of interest
Tobacco Plastid (for instance, AtGR2, AT3G54660) using gene-specific
Transformation Vector primers.
2. Digest the pYY12 using the restriction enzymes Nco I and
Xba I.
3. Transform the digested pYY12 without GFP gene and targeted
gene (e.g., AtGR2) PCR products simultaneously into E. coli
competent cells to generate plastid transformation construct
pLSC5 via homologous recombination [13, 20, 21] (see
Fig. 1a).
3.3 Particle 1. Perform the following steps on ice (at 4 C). Sterile ultrapure
Preparation and DNA water and 100% ethanol must be ice-cold.
Coating 2. Use 1.5 mg of gold particles (0.6 μm diameter) per seven shots
(Hepta Adaptor).
3. Transfer the gold particles to 1.5 mL Eppendorf tube, add
600 μL 100% ice-cold ethanol in tube, and vortex for 1 min
at maximum power.
4. Spin down the tube in microcentrifuge at 5000 g.
5. Remove the ethanol completely, and resuspend the gold parti-
cles in 600 μL of sterile ultrapure water by vigorous vortex.
6. Spin down the tube in microcentrifuge at 5000 g, and discard
the supernatant.
7. Resuspend the gold particles in 175 μL sterile ultrapure water
by vortex.
8. Add to the gold preparation in the following order: 20 μg
plasmid DNA for transformation (concentration: ~2 μg/μL),
175 μL 2.5 M CaCl2, 35 μL 0.1 M spermidine.
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rps14
trnfM
ptDNA psaB
probe
trnG
psbZ
Bgl II
Bgl II
3.5 kb
Nco I
Xba I
Nt-Prrn:T7g10
CrPpsbA
B
CrTrbcl
rps14
TrrnB
loxP
loxP
pLSC5 psaB
GR2 aadA
probe
trnG
psbZ
Bgl II
Bgl II
7.1 kb
C bp
8000
5000
3000
Nt-WT
Nt-pLSC5#3
Nt-pLSC5#8
Marker
Fig. 1 Generation of transplastomic tobacco plants. (a) Physical map of plastid genome region (ptDNA) used for
integration of transgene and the map of tobacco plastid transformation vector pLSC5. AtGR2 is targeted to the
intergenic region between trnfM and trnG. The selectable marker gene aadA is controlled by psbA promoter
(CrPpsbA) and fused to rbcL 30 UTR (CrTrbcL) from Chlamydomonas reinhardtii, and the AtGR2 is driven by the
tobacco plastid rRNA operon promoter combined with the 50 UTR from gene10 of bacteriophage T7 (NtPrrn:
T7g10) and the 30 UTR from the E. coli ribosomal RNA operon rrnB (TrrnB). (b) RFLP analysis of transplastomic
tobacco lines (fragment sizes: 3.5 kb in the wild type, Nt-wt; 7.1 kb in Nt-pLSC5). (The figure is from Ref. [13]
with modification)
Antioxidant and Plastid Transformation 9
9. Incubate on ice for 10 min, and vortex for few seconds every
minute.
10. Spin down the tube in microcentrifuge at 3500 g, and remove
supernatant completely.
11. Add 600 μL of 100% ethanol, and carefully resuspend the
particles by pipetting up and down.
12. Spin down the tube in microcentrifuge at 5000 g, and remove
supernatant completely.
13. Repeat steps 10 and 11 one more time.
14. Resuspend the particles carefully in 50 μL of 100% ethanol by
pipetting up and down.
15. Use 6.5 μL per bombardment shot, and carefully resuspend
particles by pipetting immediately before use.
3.4 Bombardment 1. Place abaxial side of sterile leaf samples (see Note 6) up on a
Procedure thin layer of RMOP medium without antibiotics in a Petri dish.
2. Sterilize rupture disks (1100 psi) for 1 min, macrocarriers for
5 min, and stopping screens for 10 min by soaking in 100%
ethanol, and then air-dry them thoroughly in an open Petri
dish in the laminar flow hood.
3. Turn on helium tank and set helium pressure at regulator for
1300–1400 (200–300 psi above rupture disk value).
4. Place the Petri dish holder 9 cm (first shelf from the bottom)
below the microcarrier assembly, and close the door.
5. Turn on the vacuum button VAC position, and allow the
vacuum pressure to reach 27–28 in. of Hg, switch the vacuum
button on HOLD position, and press the FIRE button until
the rupture disk is burst.
6. After bombardment, press the VENT switch to release the
vacuum. When the vacuum gauge shows zero, open the door
and take out the bombarded samples from the chamber.
7. Incubate the bombarded leaves in dark in culture room for
2 days (see Note 7).
3.6 GR Enzyme 1. Select nodes 3 and 4 of 6-week-old soil grown plants for
Activity Assay measurement of enzyme activity.
2. Grind 100–150 mg leaf tissue in liquid nitrogen, and then add
approximately 50 mg insoluble polyvinylpyrrolidone followed
by 1.5 mL protein extraction buffer. Continue to grind during
thawing until a homogenous suspension is obtained.
3. Centrifuge 10 min at 4 C and 15,000 g, and transfer 1 mL
supernatant to a fresh tube.
4. Add 10 μL of 10 mM NADPH and 100 μL of extract 880 μL of
assay buffer (the same as extraction buffer) in cuvette at 25 C.
5. Start reaction by addition of 10 μL of 50 mM GSSG, and
monitor decrease in A340 (ε340NADPH ¼ 6200 M1cm1)
for 2–3 min at 10 s intervals.
6. Determine protein concentration using the commercial BCA
kit following the manufacturer’s instructions.
7. Calculate the amount of enzyme in the sample using the fol-
lowing formula (see Note 12):
GR activity ðnmol:mg protein 1: min 1Þ
sample rate Δ340 = min blank rate Δ340 = min
¼
6220 M 1cm 1 mg protein in sample
4 Notes
TTTAAGAAGGAGATATACCCATGAGTACCGATAATG-
GAGCTGAATC; AtGR2-Rev-1, GCCTTTCGTTTTATTTG
ATTCTAGATTCTACACCCCAGCAGCTGTTTTAG.
2. The plastid transformation vector pYY12 contains a green
fluorescent protein (GFP) expression cassette and a selectable
spectinomycin resistance gene (aadA) cassette [20].
3. Apart from Bgl II, alternatively chosen restriction enzyme
(s) should cut the DNA creating fragment(s) that consent to
clearly distinguish between wild type, heteroplastic, and homo-
plastic lines.
4. Leaf samples for bombardment can be taken when shoot tip
reaches half the height of the Magenta box.
5. Transit peptide sequence is not required for chloroplast-
targeted protein.
6. Only the youngest 2–3 leaves are used for bombardment.
7. Incubation allows time for marker gene expression before
selection is started.
8. The growth conditions for the whole selection procedure are
16 h light 20–25 μmol m2 s1 at 25 C and 8 h dark at 20 C.
9. The spectinomycin-resistant events are not always true plastid
transformants because spontaneous point mutations in the
plastid 16S rRNA also confer a similar spectinomycin resistance
phenotype.
10. Authentic transplastomic clones carrying an aadA gene are
resistant to both spectinomycin and streptomycin, whereas
spontaneous spectinomycin-resistant mutants are resistant
only to spectinomycin. While resistance is manifested as forma-
tion of green calli with regenerating shoots, sensitivity is indi-
cated by formation of scanty white callus in the leaves.
Resistance to streptomycin and spectinomycin indicates the
presence of selectable aadA gene. However, double selection
delays shoot formation. Hence, we score the presence of aadA
gene by resistance to streptomycin plus spectinomycin, but
screen homoplastic transplastomic plants on spectinomycin.
11. Labeling of the probe and hybridization are performed with
the commercial kit containing digoxigenin-labelling. Total cel-
lular DNA (5 μg) from leaves of wild type and spectinomycin-
resistant plants is digested using restriction enzyme (e.g., Bgl
II). Separate the digested DNA by electrophoresis in 1% aga-
rose gel, blot it onto a positively charged nylon membranes
through semi-dry capillary transfer method, and cross-link it to
the membrane by UV light. A 587 bp fragment of the psaB
gene amplified with primer pair psaB-Fwd/psaB-Rev is used as
a hybridization probe to verify plastid transformants (see
Fig. 1b).
12 Shengchun Li et al.
A B
250 600
150
300
100
200
50 100
0 0
Nt-pLSC5#3
Nt-pLSC5#8
Nt-pLSC5#3
Nt-pLSC5#8
Nt-WT
Nt-WT
Fig. 2 Glutathione reductase activity and glutathione analysis. (a) GR activity and (b) glutathione content in
wild type and transplastomic lines Nt-pLSC5. White bars, reduced forms. Red bars, oxidized forms. Data are
means SE of four independent extracts. Asterisks indicate significant differences from WT at P<0.05. (The
figure is from Ref. [13] with modification)
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Chapter 2
Abstract
Ascorbate is the most abundant soluble antioxidant in plants, and its concentration is enhanced under high-
light and other abiotic stresses. One of the main functions of ascorbate is the detoxification of reactive
oxygen species, as ascorbate-deficient plants are highly sensitive to high-light-induced photooxidative
stress. Its antioxidative role in plants is further complemented by the presence of ascorbate peroxidases,
as well as enzymes that recycle ascorbate from its oxidized forms. In parallel with ascorbate biosynthesis, the
expression and activity of these enzymes are enhanced by photooxidative stress. Thus, ascorbate metabolism
plays a key role in photooxidative stress acclimation. Herein, the present authors’ preferred protocols for
the application of high-light stress and the measurement of ascorbate and the activity of related enzymes are
described.
1 Introduction
Amna Mhamdi (ed.), Reactive Oxygen Species in Plants: Methods and Protocols, Methods in Molecular Biology, vol. 2526,
https://doi.org/10.1007/978-1-0716-2469-2_2, © Springer Science+Business Media, LLC, part of Springer Nature 2022
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16 Takanori Maruta and Takahiro Ishikawa
2 Materials
3 Methods
3.1 High-Light 1. Place and rotate plants on a turntable under an LED panel to
Exposure and Sample provide uniformity of irradiation (see Note 1).
Collection 2. After high-light (approximately 1500 μmol photons m2 s1)
exposure (see Note 2), excise leaves, and immediately immerse
them in liquid nitrogen in 15 or 50 mL tubes.
3. Prepare liquid nitrogen in a mortar, and immerse leaves in
mortars containing liquid nitrogen.
4. Grind plant tissues using a pestle, and carefully transfer the
powdered tissue (approximately 100 mg) into a 1.5 mL tube
(see Note 3). Samples should be stored at 80 C until use.
400
350
300
Absorbance (mAU)
250
200
150
100
50
0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Time (min)
3.4 DHAR Activity 1. Carefully add 1 mL of potassium phosphate buffer (50 mM,
pH 7.0) containing 1 mM EDTA to a frozen tube containing
the powdered tissue. Keep the tube on ice, and, during thaw-
ing, gently shake the tube to mix the tissue with the buffer.
2. Centrifuge for 15 min at 15,300 g (4 C).
3. Transfer the supernatant to a new 1.5 mL tube.
4. Add 50 μL DHA (2 mM), 50 μL GSH (50 mM), 500 μL
potassium phosphate buffer (100 mM), and 350 μL water to
a quartz cuvette (path length ¼ 1 cm). Incubate the cuvette for
1 min at 25 C.
5. Start the reaction by adding 50 μL extract, and monitor the
decrease in A265 for 1 min at 25 C (e265 ascor-
bate ¼ 14,000 M1 cm1).
6. Perform a control experiment without the extract to correct for
GSH-dependent non-enzymatic reduction of DHA.
7. Subtract control rates from rates obtained with the extract.
8. Measure protein concentration (per mL of extracts) of the
extracts (see Note 9).
9. Calculate DHAR activity using the formula described in
Note 10.
3.5 MDAR Activity 1. Carefully add 1 mL MES/KOH buffer (50 mM, pH 6.0)
containing 1 mM ascorbate, 2 mM CaCl2, and 40 mM KCl,
to a frozen tube containing the powdered tissue. Keep the tube
on ice, and, during thawing, gently shake the tube to mix the
tissue with the buffer.
Analysis of Ascorbate Metabolism in Arabidopsis Under High-Light Stress 21
4 Notes
Acknowledgments
References
Abstract
Reactive oxygen species (ROS) are now recognized as key signals in plant stress responses. Adverse
environmental conditions can either promote ROS production or downregulate antioxidative enzymes,
leading to the alteration of redox homeostasis and activation of ROS-linked stress signaling. To uncover
their signaling mechanisms and to characterize related components, genetic modification of ROS homeo-
stasis is a central approach. CRISPR/Cas9-based genome editing system has become a powerful tool for
gene mutation in a variety of organisms, including plants. Within this chapter, we describe a method that
can be applied to manipulate ROS homeostasis in rice (Oryza sativa L.) utilizing CRISPR/Cas9 technol-
ogy. Step-by-step protocols including the design and construction of Cas9/sgRNA, agrobacterium-
mediated transformation, and mutation characterization are described. Application of this system in editing
a rice catalase gene CatC, a key antioxidative enzyme in controlling ROS homeostasis, is also presented.
Key words ROS homeostasis, H2O2, Antioxidant, Catalase, CRISPR/Cas9 system, Gene editing
1 Introduction
Amna Mhamdi (ed.), Reactive Oxygen Species in Plants: Methods and Protocols, Methods in Molecular Biology, vol. 2526,
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2 Materials
2.1 Generation of 1. Mature dry rice (Oryza sativa L. subsp. japonica cv. Wuyunjing
Gene-Edited Rice with 27) seeds.
Callus Method (See 2. 70% ethanol (vol/vol).
Note 1)
3. 2.5% sodium hypochlorite (vol/vol).
4. Sterilized distilled water.
5. Tween-20.
6. Sterilized forceps.
7. Sterilized filter paper.
8. Parafilm.
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Table 1
N6 medium
Table 2
AAM mediuma
Table 3
MS medium
Table 4
Primers used for preparation of sgRNA expression cassette(s) for Golden Gate Cloning
Table 5
Primers used for preparation of sgRNA expression cassette(s) for Gibson Assembly
3 Methods
3.1 Induction of Calli 1. Surface sterilize dehusked seeds with 70% ethanol for 30 s and
2.5% sodium hypochlorite containing 1 drop per 50 mL of
Tween-20 for 20 min with stirring.
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Table 6
AB medium
2. Rinse the seeds with sterile distilled water for five times.
3. Place the sterilized seeds on callus induction medium in a Petri
dish (twenty-five seeds per single plate), and seal the plate with
parafilm.
4. Incubate the seeds at 28 C with continuous illumination with
100 μmol m2 s1 irradiation for 3–4 weeks to form calli.
5. Collect the actively growing calli (about 1–3 mm in diameter),
which are yellowish white and relatively dry, and subculture on
fresh callus induction medium at 28 C for 3 days.
3.2 Vector 1. Select the appropriate target site(s) and design of chimeric
Construction primers with target sequence strands. Use online toolkit
CRISPR-GE (Genome Editing) (http://skl.scau.edu.cn/)
[40] to expedite all experimental designs (see Note 5). Firstly,
design all possible target sites with the defined PAM in a given
sequence of interest (or in rice genome with gene locus name)
by using the targeDesign program. Subsequently, predict the
potential off-target sites with the off-Target algorithm. After
selecting appropriate target site(s), generate primers for the
target-sgRNA expression cassette(s) construction with the pri-
merDesign program (see Note 6).
2. Generate the target-sgRNA expression cassette(s). Firstly,
determine the arrangement of multiple U3/U6 promoters
among the sgRNA expression cassette(s) (see Note 7), and
the corresponding primer sets (see Tables 4 and 5) (see Note
8). Then, prepare the first and second (overlapping) PCR
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pYLsgRNA-OsU6a/LacZ AmpR
pYLsgRNA-OsU6b pUC18 backbone
pYLsgRNA-OsU6c Bsa I
pYLsgRNA-OsU3
U-F Pps
5’-sgRNA-3’ OsU6/U3 promoter
BsaI(2) Pgs gR-R BsaI(1)
LacZ
pYLCRISPR/Cas9Pubi-H
BsaI
SP-L RB
NLS NLS
Cas9p Tnos Placz:ccdB
SP-R
OsU6a sgRNA + OsU6b sgRNA + OsU6c sgRNA + OsU3 sgRNA …
BsaI (B-L) BsaI (B-R)
Target 1 (T1) Target 2 (T2) Target 3 (T3) Target 4 (T4)
pVS1 replicon
LB
PUbi
pYLCRISPR/Cas9Pubi-H/Target-sgRNA
NLS NLS RB
Cas9p Tnos
BsaI BsaI
(B-L) (B-R)
Fig. 1 Construction of the Cas9/Target-sgRNA vector. The overlapping PCR method was used for generation of
sgRNA expression cassette(s) containing target sequence. The chimeric primers with target sequence strands
are given in Tables 5 and 6. The first PCR is carried out in two separate reactions with U-F/U#T#- and gRT#+/
gR-R primer pair, respectively. U# indicates a given promoter, and T#+ and T#- indicate forward and reverse
strands of a target sequence, respectively
reaction for each sgRNA cassette (see Fig. 1). Here, we make a
schematic diagram of one sgRNA designed to target the rice
catalase gene CatC (see Fig. 2a).
3. Make the Cas9/target-sgRNA constructs. Separate the PCR
product by agarose gel electrophoresis, and purify the DNA
fragment. Quantify the concentration of PCR product and
pYLCRISPR/Cas9Pubi-H binary vector with NanoDrop spec-
trophotometry. Set up a BsaI-digestion/ligation reaction or a
Gibson Assembly reaction (see Note 9).
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So we strolled over to the young men's quarters, and while I wrapped
myself in a gloomy atmosphere that I considered was typical of a
temperamental killer, Nikka swapped anecdotes of crime with the others
who drifted in and out. I looked for Kara, but she was nowhere in view.
After Nikka had once established my character, the Gypsies gave me a wide
berth, and I had nothing to do but smoke and appear murderous. And I must
say I got sick of the part. I was the first man up when Mother Kathene
swung the stew-pot out of the chimney and old Zitzi and Lilli began to
distribute tin plates and cups in an irregular circle on the floor. It was poor
food, but plenty, and anyway, it broke the monotony of being an abandoned
criminal.
With the passing of the twilight the young men moved to the courtyard.
In the middle of the open space was a black smirch on the paving, and here
they built a fire of driftwood collected from the beach under the wall. It was
a tribute to the immemorial habits of their race. Even here in the crowded
city they must close the day with a discussion of its events around a tribal
blaze, exactly as they would have done upon the road, exactly as thousands
of other Gypsy tribes were doing at that very moment on the slopes of the
Caucasus, in the recesses of the Kilo Dagh, in the pine forests of the
Carpathians, on the alien flanks of the Appalachians far across the sea.
A buzz of talk arose. The primitive Gypsy fiddles and guitars began to
twang softly. Nikka was the center of a gossiping group. Men and women
from the opposite side of the court joined the circle. Young girls, with the
lithe grace of the Gypsy, as unselfconscious as animals, sifted through the
ranks of the bachelors. Beran Tokalji, himself, a cigarette drooping
sardonically from the corner of his mouth, stalked out and sat down with
Nikka.
A man raised his voice in a song, and the exultantly melancholy pæan to
beauty blended with the other sounds like a skillfully woven thread in a
tapestry. It died away so gradually as to seem as if it had never been. The
fiddles sighed to silence in a burst of expiring passion.
Nobody spoke for several moments. Music was bred in the bone of these
wild folk. It held them as could nothing else.
"I will play, if you wish. I vowed not to touch the fiddle again, but—"
The caravan had passed on. A forest encompassed it. Boughs clashed
overhead, birds twittered and sang. Cool shadows fell athwart the path. But
the way grew steep. The music told of the rocks and the slippery mud where
a stream had overflowed, of the steady climb, of the endurance required.
The caravan reached the height. A chill wind blew, but fair before them
stretched a pleasant land, and the descent was easy to the warm, brown road
that wound across the plain. Sunset and camp again, firelight, the moon
overhead, talk of love, the sensuous movement of a dance. Then,
languorous and slow, the coming of sleep.
I did not know it, but I was listening to the composition of Zaranko's
Gypsy Sonata Op. 27, which some day, I suppose, will be as famous as the
Revolutionary Etude or the Hungarian Rhapsody or Beethoven's dream of
the moonlight. But no audience will ever hear it with greater appreciation
than those ragged Gypsies who sat around the fire in the dirty courtyard of
the house in Sokaki Masyeri. As Nikka resumed his place in the outer
circle, only the whispering of the flames broke the stillness. The very
children were frozen on their knees, drunk with the ecstasy of melody.
"Heh!" called Beran Tokalji, first to shake off the spell. "I do not wonder
you vowed not to touch the fiddle, if you like the open road. With that bow
of yours, Giorgi Bordu, you could wring hundreds of gold pieces from the
Franks. You play like the Redcoats in the khans in Buda and Bucharest.
Heh-heh! I have heard Niketu and Stoyan Mirko and Karaji, and they were
not to be compared with you. It is seldom the bravest men have the touch of
the fiddler."
"We have no fiddler to match with you," remarked Tokalji, "and the
gaida[1] and the flute are not fit for real music. But our maidens can dance.
Heh, girls, come out, shy ones! Let the strangers view your grace."
[1] Bagpipes.
They giggled amongst themselves, and swayed into a group that was as
spontaneously instinct with rhythm as an old Greek temple frieze. But
suddenly they split apart.
"Kara will dance," they cried. "Let Kara dance for the strangers."
And Kara floated into the circle of firelight like a spirit of the forest. She
still wore only the scanty madder-red skirt and torn bodice. The cloud of her
hair tumbled below her waist. Her tiny naked feet barely touched the
ground. Slowly she whirled, and the Gipsy fiddles caught her time. A man
with cymbals clashed an accompaniment. A flute whistled soprano. She
increased the tempo; she varied her steps. She was a flower shrinking
beneath the grass. She was a dove pursued by a falcon. She was a maiden
deserted by her lover. She was a fairy hovering above the world.
We who watched her were breathless with the joy of the spectacle, and
when she sank to the ground in a little pile of rags and hair as the music
ended, I thought she must be worn out. But she bounded up at once,
breathing regularly, radiating vitality.
"Now I will dance the Knife Dance!" she exclaimed. "Who will dance
with me?" And before any could answer her, she seized a blazing stick from
the fire, and ran around the circle waving it overhead until she came to
where Nikka sat. "Ho, Giorgi Bordu, you who do not fear the knife, will
you dance the Knife Dance with me?"
Every eye in the circle was fixed on Nikka, for, although I did not know
it then, to have refused her invitation would have been a deadly insult,
equivalent to a declaration of enmity toward her family and tribe. Similarly,
acceptance of it amounted to an admission that he considered her favorably
as a wife, without definitely committing him to matrimony.
Nikka did not hesitate. He stepped to her side. She slipped one arm
around his waist, and with the other swung her torch in air until it showered
sparks over the circle.
And they pranced around the fire while the music commenced an air so
fiercely wild that it made the blood tingle to listen to it. Then she flung
down her torch, and tore free from Nikka's arm. He followed her. She
eluded him. Bound and round they tore, keeping step the while. Now she
accepted him, now she rejected him. At last he turned from her, arms
folded, contemptuously unmoved. She wooed him with rhythmic ardor. He
denied her. She drew her knife; he drew his. Eyes glaring, lips pinched, they
circled one another, feinting, striking, leaping, posturing.
The game was to see how near you could come without cutting. To avoid
hurt the dancers required quick eyes and agile bodies. The blades flashed
like meteors in the shifting light, wheeling and slashing and stabbing. In the
beginning Kara forced the pace. Nikka retired before her, rather than risk
doing her harm. But slowly he assumed the mastery. His knife was always
at her throat, and active as she was, he refused to be shaken off. She fended
desperately, panting now, bright-eyed and flushed. But he pressed her. Their
blades clashed, he gave his a twist and hers dropped from her hand.
He seized her, forcing her back across his knee, knife up-raised to strike,
while the fiddles clutched at one's nerves and the cymbals clanged with
wicked glee. The scene—Nikka's tall figure, with the poised knife, and the
lithe, slender form he held, expressing in every curve and line its
tempestuous, untamed soul—brought to my memory the song I had heard
him sing one morning in the music-room at Chesby:
The music stopped. Nikka released his partner, and Kara stooped quickly
and snatched up her knife, tossing the hair out of her eyes, heedless as usual
of the rags that slipped off her shoulders.
CHAPTER XVIII
But his manner changed the moment he opened the wicket. What he said
we could not hear, but we saw him quickly turn the lock and throw back a
leaf of the door, salaaming low as he stepped aside. Six men burst in, four
of them in European clothes, and Nikka and I exchanged a glance of
apprehension as we recognized the broad shoulders of their leader and
heard his snarling voice.
Toutou LaFitte had arrived. With him were Hilyer, Serge Vassilievich
and Hilmi Bey. The two who brought up the rear, somewhat sulky and
fearful, were the spies we had seen in front of the Pera Palace that morning.
His green eyes shone evilly; his hands writhed with suppressed ferocity.
Tokalji, having refastened the door, followed him across the courtyard. The
Gypsy looked uncomfortable, but showed no fear.
"What could we have done that we have not done?" he retorted. "Was it
our fault that you lost track of the two missing ones? As for the English lord
and his servant, my two men that I see with you have shadowed them day
and night."
"And lost them to-day, as they admit," snarled Toutou. "Lost them for a
whole day! Who knows what has been accomplished in that time?"
"You are right there," agreed Tokalji coolly, "and I have just picked two
new men to take their places. Zlacho and Petko are good enough for
ordinary thievery, but this job seems to be above them."
"Never fear! We shall," replied Tokalji. "My new men start out at once.
One of them is a Frank like yourself; the other is a Tzigane."
"Ha; let me see that Frank," exclaimed Toutou. "I know many of the
Franks who live with the Tziganes."
"Step out, Giorgi Bordu and Jakka," called Tokalji.
"Surely, I have seen that lean fellow before," piped Hilmi Bey, pointing
at Nikka.
"I saw them standing near the Frank lord and his servant in Pera this
morning," said one of the spies.
"What of that?" shouted Tokalji angrily. "It is true they followed the
Franks—which was more than you could do, Petko—and robbed them."
"No, the Franks followed them," protested Zlacho, the other spy.
"You lie, you dog!" bellowed Tokalji. "You think to discredit them
because they will do the work you bungled."
"Is it my imagination," he inquired softly, "or does the stocky one bear a
resemblance to the Americansky, Nash?"
"By jove, I think you're right!" exclaimed Hilyer, speaking for the first
time.
"Be ready," hissed Nikka from the corner of his mouth, without shifting
his eyes from our enemies.
"I do not like this business," rasped Toutou, pulling a knife from inside
his vest. "Somebody shall be tortured until he tells the truth."
I felt a pressure between Nikka and myself, and Kara's voice whispered:
"Run, you fools! To the House of the Married!"
A ruddy flame jetted from his muzzle, and the spy Petko dropped dead.
Toutou LaFitte pushed Zlacho in the line of fire before himself, and dived
into the encircling shadows as Zlacho crumpled up with a broken leg.
Tokalji, Hilyer, Vassilievich and Hilmi scattered. I swung on my heel and
shot twice over the group of Gypsies by the fire. I could not bring myself to
shoot at them, for there were women and children close by. Then a bullet
whistled past my ear, and Toutou's voice whined:
We pelted for the house on our left, the House of the Married, as Kara
had called it. Despite Toutou's warning, a second bullet spattered on the
stones between Nikka and me; but we were poor marks in the half-light,
with people running in every direction, many of them uncertain who were
friends or foes. I turned as I ran, and fired into the ground in front of Kara,
who was the closest of our pursuers; but she refused to be frightened and
actually plunged through the doorway on our heels.
"I'll tend to her," panted Nikka. "You fasten the door, Jack."
There was a wooden bar, which I dropped into place, and the next
minute the framework groaned under a weight of bodies.
"No shooting," yelled Tokalji. "You fools, you'll have the Frank police in
here!"
"One hundred Napoleons a head for them," barked Toutou. "Dead or
alive."
The uproar redoubled, and then Tokalji evidently invaded the throng
hammering at the door.
"Come on, Nikka," I urged. "We can't guard every point. We must run
for it."
"Do you think I am your enemy?" she demanded in the Tzigane dialect.
"I tell you I am your friend. See!"
"What matters your name?" She leaped up and flung her arms around his
neck. "It is you I love—not your name."
"See you, little one," he remonstrated, "this is no time for talking of love.
We may be dead in five minutes."
"Oh, no," she said, releasing him, nevertheless, "you shall be off and
away. I, Kara—" and it was ridiculous how she strutted in the manner of
Tokalji, himself—"will set you free—because I love you."
"I care not who you are," she insisted. "I love you. I care that for the
tribe!"
"But come," she added as a crash sounded outside. "They have broken in
a window. Follow me."
She led us into an adjoining room, where in the thickness of the wall a
narrow stairway corkscrewed upward, debouching on the upper floor. Here
was a long hall, with rooms opening off it, their windows usually on the
inner courtyard, the Garden of the Cedars of the First Hugh's Instructions.
She turned to the right, and entered one of the rooms. A ladder leaned
against the wall below a trap-door in the roof. In a corner stood a bedstead,
which she stripped of its clothes, revealing the cords that served for springs.
"Cut those with your knife," she said. "When we take to the roofs we
will need them to help us down again."
Nikka did as she directed, while I shut the door, and piled the few
articles of furniture against it. Tokalji's men were in full cry downstairs.
"There is more than enough rope here," said Nikka, coiling it on his arm.
"Some of it I am going to use for you."
"What?"
"You cannot go with us, little one. We have no place to take you. And
you do not know me. To-morrow you would cry your eyes out."
"I tell you I love you," she answered proudly. "I, Kara Tokalji."
"Oh, he is not my father," she said lightly. "No, I think I will go with
you, Nikka."
"And I think you won't," retorted Nikka, gritting his teeth. "Here, Jack,
catch hold."
He cut the rope in two, gave me half, and with the remaining section,
approached her. She backed away from him.
"I'm not going to hurt you," pleaded Nikka. "But I must bind you so they
will not suspect that you aided us. Don't you see? And we could not run so
fast with you."
"Bind me," she said wearily. "I love you, Nikka Zaranko. If I can help
you in no other way, then, I will help you by staying here."
He bound her gently, hand and foot, without a word, and laid her on the
floor by the bed. I ascended the ladder, and pushed back the trapdoor.
"You will come again?" she asked, looking up at him with mournful
eyes.
"You are a brave girl. We will talk about this some other time, if the stars
are kind."
"Oh, we shall meet again," she replied, her cords creaking as she
dropped flat on the floor. "I am as sure of it as if Mother Kathene had told
me when the sight was on her."
To me he merely said:
But I reached down first, and hauled up the ladder. The door was shaking
under a shower of blows. Kara looked interested as my arm appeared, and
her lips shaped themselves for a kiss. Then she saw it was I, and scowled.
To our left was the inner courtyard, a well of darkness in which tinkled
the Fountain of the Lion. To our right lay Sokaki Masyeri. Ahead was a
drop of ten feet on to the adjoining roof, the difference in height
representing the declining slope of the ground. We made it without any
difficulty. The people in this house had been aroused by the shooting, and
we could hear their voices and movements. But we shuffled on cautiously,
until we came to their courtyard, which ran clear from the street-front to the
old sea-wall.
"No choice," grunted Nikka. "Here's a chimney. Knot your rope. It can't
be more than twenty-five feet to the ground.'
"They might catch us coming down. Do as I say, and we can make sure
whether the coast is clear before we leave the courtyard."
He went down first, and I followed him, scorching my hands, for the
rope was thin and had no knots to check one's descent. I was in mid-air
when I heard an exclamation beneath me, and a thud.
He was standing over an inert figure lying on the ground beside a half-
opened door.
"Did you—"
"My God!" breathed Nikka. "She'll be out in a minute, and I can't hit her.
We've got to try the street."
He pulled the door toward us very slowly, and we peered into the street.
Not a figure showed in the direction of Tokalji's house. Ahead of us only a
kerosene lantern burned in front of a coffee-shop on the corner where
Sokaki Masyeri curved to the north. And the woman in the doorway of the
house behind us was shrieking for dear life.
We sped out into the street, letting the door slam behind us. The noise
distracted the attention of the woman from her unconscious husband, and
she left him to run after us. We also made the mistake of taking the middle
of the way instead of sticking to the shadows under the walls. And we had
not gone fifty feet when we were seen by Gypsies on the roof of Tokalji's
house, and they, with the woman to help them, cried the rest of the pack hot
on our trail.
At the corner by the coffee-shop I looked back and counted six in a
tapering string, with more emerging from the courtyard or climbing over the
roofs. Luckily for us, however, there was a four-way crossing a hundred
yards beyond the coffee-shop, and Nikka turned left, away from Pera,
toward which they would expect us to head. We would have been safe then
if we had not blundered into a Turkish gendarme. He was naturally
suspicious of our haste, and blocked the narrow way; but I gave him a
terrific punch in his fat stomach before he could pull his gun.
We got by, of course, but his roars put the Tziganes right, and they
followed the scent instead of losing it as we reckoned they would. The only
thing for Nikka to do in the circumstances was to twist and turn without
heed to direction and lose both pursuers and ourselves in the breakneck
purlieus of Stamboul. He succeeded in shaking off the Gypsies finally, but
we were hopelessly astray, and it was past midnight when we found the
Khan of the Georgians and staggered through the gate to thread a precarious
path between sleeping men, camels, bullocks, asses and horses.
Wasso Mikali awakened with the first knock on his door, and admitted
us. Smoking cigarette after cigarette as rapidly as he could roll them, he
listened to the story of our adventures with avidity,—although I discovered
later that Nikka had suppressed Kara's part—and immediately dispatched
his young men to spy around Tokalji's house, and learn the dispositions the
enemy were taking. Then he insisted that we should sleep while he kept
watch, and the last memory I have of that awful night is of the old Gypsy's
figure stretched out on the floor, his back against the bolted door and a
cigarette in his mouth.
When we awakened the sun was streaming in through the open door
along with all the noises of the Khan and many of its smells. Our guardian
had coffee ready for us in a pot on the brazier, and his young men had sent
in a report. The women and children had left Tokalji's house under escort of
several of the men shortly after dawn. A vigilant guard was being
maintained on the entrance, and nobody had come or gone—aside from the
party of women and children—since observation had been established.
Before sunrise our spies had heard the sounds of digging inside the
premises.
Wasso Mikali looked doubtful as he imparted this last information.
"Ha, that is a good thought to hold in the mind," exclaimed the old
Gypsy, immensely pleased. "What better pleasure could a man ask than to
contemplate his enemies burying their brother that he slew!"
"Tell Jakka, O son of my sister," he said, "that I marvel at the way you
risk your naked skins. How can a man hope to withstand the cold and heat
if he has nothing but clothing to cover him? Too much water is bad for the
strongest. It weakens the muscles."
CHAPTER XIX
"So far, Jack, you and Mr. Zaranko seem to have had most of the fun,"
pronounced my cousin Betty, as we sat at luncheon in the Kings' private
sittingroom in the Pera Palace.
Watkins for the moment acted as butler, and we were safe from
inquisitive ears and could talk with freedom.
"What interests me," said Hugh thoughtfully, "is how many of those
Johnnies you scragged last night."
"Yes, but two off their strength doesn't mean any great reduction in their
fighting force."
"Still, counting in those two and the men they sent off with their women,
as Nikka's pals reported, they'll be a good bit weaker than they were,"
argued Hugh.
"Just the same," insisted Betty, "we ought not to run any unnecessary
risks."
Nikka laughed.
"My dear Jack," he said, "you evidently have small acquaintance with
the younger feminine generation. Betty is of legal age—I trust, my dear,
you have no objection to the revelation of an intimate detail your sex are
supposed to cherish in secret?—"
"Don't be stuffy, Jack," urged Hugh. "Give the girl a chance. There are
lots of things she can do, short of mixing it with your friend Toutou. I
gather that Nikka's lady friend in the hostile camp was not averse—"
We had slurred over Kara's personal interest in his fortunes, but even so,
the incident, to quote Betty's analysis, was "romantic to the nth degree."
"I don't see that it is," asserted Betty stubbornly, "and I intend to play my
part. You are short-handed—"
"You forget that Nikka has seven men hidden away in Stamboul," I
reminded her.
"On the contrary, I take them into account," she retorted. "But you have
all been saying that it is advisable not to use them, except in a final
emergency."
"That is true," agreed Nikka. "The more we bring into this row, the
noisier it will become. Also, as we decided before, we ought to have an ace
or two in the hole. Take my advice, and hang on to Wasso Mikali and his
young men to the last."
"I'm not disputing you," said Betty, still belligerent. "What you say is
only what I've been saying. But would you mind telling me why you are so
set against using your Gypsies?"
"If we use them there will be killing on a big scale," said Nikka
succinctly. "That sort of thing is bound to become known."
"I met Riley-Gratton, the O.C. of the M.P.s this morning, and he gave me
a wad of town gossip," cut in Hugh, "but he didn't say anything about our
lads' scrap at Tokalji's house."
"Oh, we can get away with it once or maybe twice," returned Nikka, "but
if we keep it up we'll run into trouble."
I laughed.
"Darn it all," I confessed. "You won't let up, will you? Well, have it your
own way. What do you want to do?"
"Run you down the Bosphorus after dark for a look at Tokalji's house
from the water side," she answered promptly.
Hugh intervened.
"There's no question in the minds of you two chaps but that any attack
ought to come from the water front, is there?" he asked.
"It couldn't very well come from the street," replied Nikka. "There's a
high, windowless wall and a strong door, and even in that lawless quarter
publicity would attend an armed invasion of private property."
"Of course," said Betty, her head in the air, "it couldn't be any other way.
Now tell us some more about the hiding-place of the treasure."
"What more can we say?" I answered. "There's the courtyard and the red
stone."
"No."
"That would indicate a task of some difficulty in prying loose the
covering of the treasure chamber," he remarked. "We have—or rather, I
should say, Betty has—taken precautions to install on board the Curlew an
equipment of crowbars, pick-axes, shovels, chisels and other tools—"
"—and a knotted rope with a grapnel on the end to help in going up the
sea-wall," reminded Betty.
"True, my dear. Your forethought has been admirable. What I was about
to say, however, was that a certain amount of time—I fear, perhaps, an
inordinate amount of time—will be required to pry loose the covering of the
vault. How are we to secure ourselves such an opportunity?"
"By choosing a time when the occupants of the house are off-watch and
their numbers diminished," declared Hugh.
And to make a long story short we hashed it over all afternoon until tea-
time, without arriving at any clearer view of the outlook before us. By that
time we were sick of the discussion, and voted to suspend. Vernon King and
Betty went to a reception at the British High Commissioner's, and the rest
of us planned to take a walk on the chance of running into Wasso Mikali,
who had promised to come over to Pera in the afternoon if his spies picked
up any additional information.
The first person we saw in the hotel lobby was Montey Hilyer. He hailed
us in front of the booking-office.
"I say, Chesby," he drawled in tones that reached all the bystanders, "I
don't know what sort of a lark you fellows were up to last night, but really,
you know, you can't take liberties with natives in the East—and especially,
with their women. Really, old chap, you ought to be careful. In your place, I
think I'd clear out of Constantinople. No knowing what kind of trouble you
may get into."
Hugh was furious. He looked Hilyer up and down with cold scorn.
"Are you taking a flyer in blackmail, by any chance?" he asked
deliberately.
"Well, whatever you are doing, I should prefer that you keep away from
me in the future," said Hugh. "I can't afford to have the Jockey Club
stewards hear that I've been talking to you."
As it happened, the one episode in Hilyer's piebald past that irked his
pride and aroused sore memories was his suspension from the privileges of
the turf. He was cynically indifferent to every other charge brought against
him. But the man was a sincere horseman, his racing ventures had been the
breath of life to him, his disgrace and compulsion to enter his
thoroughbreds under other men's colors had been a bitter blow. And he
showed this feeling now. His face went dead-white; his nostrils pinched in.
"Curse the rotter," muttered Hugh. "I'm glad something will flick him on
the raw."
"You were hard on him," said Nikka seriously. "After all, why should
you mind anything that he can say?"
"He was hoping that Miss King was within hearing distance," retorted
Hugh. "He said what he did deliberately to smear smut on all of us. A dog
like that doesn't deserve consideration."
"You may be enemies, but why should you make a woman cry?" added
the Russian girl. "She will be unhappy for the rest of the day."
"I'm very sorry," answered Hugh stiffly, "but do you sincerely believe
that her husband is entitled to insult me in public?"
"It was a rotten thing he said," admitted Hélène frankly. "And of course,
he is a rotter. But as I told you boys once, they are a queer pair, and Maudey
—well, she really thinks that if they ever get to a state of affluence, they can
both turn around and live straight. It's damned silly, but—do you believe in
fairies? Those who don't, generally envy those who do."
"Oh, you're right," said Sandra Vassilievna impartially, "from your own
point of view. But I'm going up to tell Maudey that she'll only ruin her
complexion if she weeps for what an offensively honest man says to her."
"Women are almost as funny as men, aren't they?" she said. "Oh, say,
before I forget it, Mr. Nash, you want to look out for that girl's brother. You
slammed him one or two in that fight at Chesby, and he's had it in for you
ever since. And after last night, all the men are wild. If that Gypsy Tokalji
catches you—phew! Oh, boy! And Toutou!"
"They weren't able to catch us last night," returned Nikka. "They aren't
likely to have as good a chance again."
"You put up a great fight," she agreed. "Oh, I'm handing it to you, all of
you! You're the best little bunch I ever ran across. Say, I wouldn't believe an
English lord could be as much of a hustler as you, Lord Chesby. Your uncle,
he—"
She shrugged.
"What about my uncle?" asked Hugh eagerly. "D'you mind telling how
your push got on to him?"
"N-no, I suppose there's no harm now," she answered slowly. "Poor old
fellow! I was darned sorry he was croaked. We none of us— Well, what's
the use talking? That Toutou is a devil, Mr. Nash knows it. I only hope he
and the rest of you don't get to know him any better. But about your uncle,
Lord Chesby. He was a cinch. He ran around here like a kid in a game of
'Cops-and-thieves.' Everybody knew he was up to something. The
authorities thought he was just a nut. But when he took to snooping around
Tokalji's house, our folks got wise to it he might be on to something good.
Tokalji's tribe have always had this tradition of a treasure— But you know
about that. Tokalji had been working with us since before the War, and he
realized this was more than he could tackle by himself, so he called on
Toutou. The rest is what's going to happen."
"My dear young lord, you'll lose your shirt—if not your life," she
retorted airily.
"Tough luck," said Hugh, "but your people have got to do better, in that
case."
"You're dead right," she agreed. "Say, Mr. Zaranko, on the level now, did
that girl of Tokalji's sell out to you last night?"
"We had a good deal of trouble with her," he returned. "Had to tie her up.
She was right on our heels, with her knife."
"Ye-es, that's true, but—I saw her this morning. Humph! Maybe I'm a
fool. I told Toutou to mind his own business, and not mix into the tribe's
affairs. Tokalji said she was all right, and that ought to be enough."
"Maybe you're right," she said. "I've often wondered what Toutou would
do against a woman who used a knife. He—he gets 'em in a different way.
Well, I'm babbling, which is a sign of old age. Be good, boys, and give up
before you get into serious trouble. As ever, your well-wisher, Hélène."
At which I laughed. Nikka, walking beside us, had no ears for our
conversation. His thoughts were on that slim, brown Tzigane maid about
whom Hélène de Cespedes had inquired. But he woke up a block farther on,
when a big, turbanned figure shambled past us, with a guttural exclamation
from the corner of his mouth. At the next corner there was a traffic block,
and we grouped casually around Wasso Mikali.
"I have a house in the Rue Midhat Pasha," he answered effusively. "I am
going to visit my wives. It is a long time since I have seen them. Don't let
me detain you, gentlemen. I turn right at the opposite corner."
"A vain dog," commented Nikka, sourly watching Hilmi's plump back.
"He was afraid to be caught in such an ordinary undertaking.'
"Well," said Hugh, whose temper had improved, "it goes to show that
criminals are human beings. Every one of these birds seems to have some
sense of shame if you can only pick out the right point of contact."
After Watkins had brought the coffee, Betty excused herself. She
returned in a quarter of an hour dressed in a warm sport suit instead of the
light evening frock she had worn, and carrying two boxes of cartridges.
"Have you all got your pistols loaded?" she inquired. "Watkins? Daddy?"
"I think so, my dear," answered her father absent-mindedly. "I wish,
Jack, that you had observed more carefully the carvings on that colonnade.
It may be truly ancient or— What? What is it, Betty?"
She deftly frisked him, and examined his automatic.
"Yes, it's all right," she said, returning it to him. "And for Heaven's sake
remember, Dad, that the safety lock is on. Here's an extra clip. Watkins?"
Watkins set down the tray of coffee-cups, and cautiously hauled his
weapon from his hip-pocket.
"You don't catch old campaigners like us with empty weapons," I jeered.
"It isn't we who'll be getting into trouble."
"I wish I could be sure of that," she retorted. "Most likely I'll be trying to
pull you out of a scrape twenty-four hours from now. But let's get started.
We have a car at the side entrance to run us down to the Man-o'-war
Landing, where the Curlew is moored."
If the spies were still watching the hotel, as I have no doubt they were,
we gave them the slip. We went downstairs together, and shot into the
closed car which was in waiting, Watkins sitting beside the chauffeur. Ten
minutes later we drew up on the Curlew's dock, secure from observation
because of the British marine sentries who stood guard at the dock-gates.
The Curlew was a handy craft, decked over forward, with a roomy
cockpit and a good, heavy-duty Mercedes engine. She was nothing to look
at, but reliable and efficient. Betty, who was an experienced yachtswoman,
automatically assumed command, and Hugh and Watkins as automatically
accepted the rôle of crew. Vernon King, Nikka and I tried to be as
inconspicuous as possible.
"Lay for'ard, Hugh, and slack off that bow-line," ordered Betty
energetically. "How is the engine, Watkins? Very well, turn it over."
"Have you the night-glasses, Hugh?" questioned Betty. "See if you can
make out the St. Sophia minarets." And to us: "That's our first landfall in
making Tokalji's house. Watkins, I think it ought to be safe now to douse
the running-lights."
Hugh leaned forward across the cabin-roof, resting on his elbows, eyes
glued to the glasses.
"Right O," he called back. "I'm on them—and I can see that big old
tower of the sea-walls that lies this side of the jetty."
"Fetch the sweeps, Watkins," she whispered. "We'll pull in. Quiet,
everybody."
CHAPTER XX
OUT OF LUCK
Hugh and Watkins unlashed two heavy oars from the cabin roof and
thrust them outboard through oarlocks rivetted to the cockpit railing. Side
by side, in unison, they pulled with a long, deliberate stroke, while Betty
steered. It was no easy task to move that launch across the swift-flowing
tide of the Bosphorus, and it seemed an endless time before the blurred
mass of the shoreline, becoming visible to our unaided sight, furnished an
index to the progress we were making.
"Nikka and I can relieve them," I offered as the rowers began to pant.
Indeed, the oars made scarcely a ripple as they were lifted, feathered and
dipped, tedious as was the effort imposed both by their weight and the size
of the launch.
"The jetty is right ahead," Betty reassured him. "You had better get
forward, Dad, and be ready to fend off the rocks."
Vernon King climbed up on the cabin roof and crawled into the bow.
Nikka and I strained our eyes endeavoring to identify the details of the
shore. To the right, and already a little astern of us, was a huge round tower,
one of the bulwarks of the ancient walls. Other than this there was only a
dim range of masonry, the city walls, for the most part, crowned by houses.
Not a light showed opposite to us.
All of us were staring at the blank darkness of the shoreline, tense and
watchful; but my uncle's interest was still largely of an antiquarian nature.
Hugh had been studying the shore again through the night-glasses.
"Not a sign of life," he murmured. "Now, you chaps, show us the lay of
the land."
Nikka and I, with the help of the glasses, plotted for the others the
arrangement of Tokalji's establishment. There was the brick extension of the
bachelors' quarters, crowning a part of the sea-wall. There was the gap
between this structure and the House of the Married, which was shut in only
by the crenellated height of the wall. And finally, there was the House of the
Married, with the Garden of the Cedars concealed within its heart, lifting its
solid bulk above all adjoining buildings. There were no windows on the
seaward face of Tokalji's house.
"The old wall between the two wings—between the bachelors' quarters
and warehouse and the House of the Married—ought to be easy to climb," I
concluded.
"The wall of the House of the Married is very irregular, too," added
Betty. "We have passed it close in a number of times by daylight, and we all
agreed an active man could climb it."
"That's a good idea," approved Nikka. "If you could enter by the House
of the Married you could seize the valuable part of the position first. Sound
military strategy."
"Oh, you'd have to occupy it," I interrupted. "I say, do you know that
place looks deserted?"
"There is good reason for striking when you are not expected," retorted
Hugh.
"Yes, they won't be looking for us so soon again," agreed Nikka. "They
will be figuring that we had enough of a fright last night."
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