Part 11 (2/2)

”Give it to 'em!” cried d.i.c.k.

”Give 'em the axe,” shouted Dan.

”Let out your bull-roaring voice,” said d.i.c.k to Raal. ”Call the Gorols to join in!”

Raal gave a war cry that summoned Kulki and his Gorols to clamber down from the rocks and take part in the battle.

From the ledges of the cliff came the shrill reply of Kulki's dark-skinned fighters, and instantly the Arabs were engaged in a life-and-death struggle with new forces.

The Gorols plunged into the fray, carrying their lances, and whenever the burnous of an Arab showed pale in the darkness, a Gorol plunged his spearhead with telling effect.

”Go it, Gorols!” shouted Dan.

”Give 'em the axe!” d.i.c.k cried. ”After them, boys! They're giving way.”

The tide of battle had turned against the raiders. The Arabs on the fringe of the fray turned their horses toward the desert and galloped away. The Bedouins who were guarding the prisoners mounted them on the camels and fled in a body. Abdul and Suli swore by Allah and his prophet that they would return and take vengeance on the tribe, but they saw that the battle was lost.

Many of their men had been slain or badly wounded, and their horses were running wild in the melee; there was no chance to organize their force, for wherever they turned were the hatchets of the Taharans and the spears of the Gorols.

”Give it to 'em!” shouted d.i.c.k. ”We've got 'em on the run.”

”Back to home-sweet-home!” laughed Dan. ”They want you back in dear old Araby.”

Abdul shouted the signal to retreat. Those Arabs who could escape did so without a second command and the battle was over.

d.i.c.k and Dan both caught at the bridles of Arab horses and succeeded in capturing mounts, but there was no use in giving chase in the dark.

”Tell your men to get all the guns and weapons they can,” d.i.c.k ordered the chiefs of the two tribes. ”And catch all the horses you can.”

”We hear, O Master!”

”Tahara has brought us victory. Praise to our king!”

The chiefs answered with shouts of triumph and the tribesmen joined in.

No longer was there any doubt in their minds, Tahara, Boy King of the Desert, was a mighty warrior and a bringer of victory.

The rising sun showed Taharans and Gorols in fantastic array beside the Big Spring. They were dressed in such parts of the Arab garb as they had captured, and carried what weapons had been found on the battlefield.

A dozen guns and horses were among the loot, also ammunition, daggers and swords. Even a camel had been taken, but it was lame from a shot, and was promptly butchered for a feast.

While they were all enjoying a hot meal that morning, d.i.c.k explained to the natives who had captured the guns, how to use them, but the old-fas.h.i.+oned fire-arms were not of much value except to the Arabs who were used to them.

After breakfast, he showed the most intelligent of the tribesmen how to ride the captured horses. They were fearless fellows and managed to stay on, somehow, and Kulki, who was one of the best men of the tribe, showed promise of becoming an expert horseman in short order.

”Wait until we round up the wild horses and break them!” said Dan.

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