The latter drew rein, and stood for awhile in hesitation.
This unexpected turn of affairs evidently disconcerted them.
But ere their horses could be put in motion again, Jack and his party were upon them, backed by their new allies.
The impetuosity of their charge was for a moment irresistible.
They bore down all the Turks before them.
The Turkish troopers recoiled as from the flight of a rocket.
Jack rode on like a hero of old.
His hair streamed in the wind as he darted through the air on his n.o.ble Arab steed.
His eyes flashed fire, and struck awe into each foe that approached him.
But he soon found himself surrounded by his enemies. Abdullah, who was at their head, cast himself upon Jack. Their horses were driven on their haunches by the force of the shock.
Half a dozen sabres at once circled round Jack"s head.
Abdullah made a lunge at him with his sword, which would have proved the death of Jack had not Harry Girdwood at that instant caught the thrust upon his arm.
Poor Harry! His devotion to his friend had cost him dear.
He reeled, and would have fallen from his saddle, probably trampled to death, had not Bogey, at the risk of his own life, caught him and led his horse apart from the thick of the battle.
Burning to avenge his friend, Jack struck with all his force at Abdullah"s head.
The interpreter received the blow upon his sword, which, proving the stronger of the two, Jack"s weapon snapped in the clash, and he was left weaponless.
He seemed, indeed, at the mercy of his pitiless foe.
Abdullah smiled a cruel smile as he again raised his sabre.
But that smile was his last.
A lance-head gleamed past Jack, and transfixed Abdullah through the chest, so that he was borne down among the trampling hoofs of the horses.
"Yah, yah; dat"s one to me, Ma.s.sa Jack," exclaimed Tinker, for he it was who had thus saved Jack"s life.
Jack caught up Abdullah"s sword, and, by a desperate charge, cut through the opposing Turks, now "demoralised" by the loss of their leader, and regained his Bedouin and English friends.
By this time the heat was very great.
The sky was like a dome of steel.
The sands of the desert burnt under the fierce sun.
The dust flew in clouds, save where the blood of the wounded and dying had soaked into the arid soil.
Taking advantage of the confusion that now reigned in the Turkish force, the English and Arabs made a last desperate effort to escape their foes.
With a yell of defiance, the fierce Bedouins, led by Kara-al-Zariel, dashed through the ranks of the enemy, dealing destruction right and left.
Taking advantage of the disconcerted state of the foe, Jack and his friends were enabled again to join their Arab allies, and the retreat of the whole party towards the sh.o.r.e began in good earnest.
They would soon have distanced their now exhausted foes, but ere the English vessel could be reached, another large body of Turks came up to the attack.
This force was led by no less a personage than the Pasha Ibrahim himself, whose fierce grey eyes glared beneath his s.h.a.ggy brows at those who had slain his vizier.
Beside him rode the officer in command of his squadron, and another young man, in whom, although dressed in red _fez_ and Turkish uniform, Jack recognised Herbert Murray.
He was attended by his servant Chivey, also dressed as a Turk.
They were all splendidly mounted; their horses fresh, and their troops well-disciplined.
As the two parties approached, the pasha"s eyes were fixed upon Thyra.
"It is the Pearl of the Isles," he exclaimed, "who was stolen by these infidels from the harem. She shall yet be mine. One thousand piastres to the man who will capture her."
A dozen of his men instantly started in pursuit of Thyra, who was a little in advance of her companions.
Her beautiful Arab steed seemed to have taken a sudden fright, for it started off at lightning speed, independent of Thyra"s attempts to turn him, for she wished to die or escape by the side of her companions.
Separated from them, and pursued by a dozen well-armed men, her position was indeed perilous.
The speed of her horse seemed her only chance.
But the n.o.ble creature had been very hard worked that day, and after the first "spurt," showed signs of exhaustion.
The Turks, upon their fresh and fleet steeds, began to gain upon her every minute.
At length she was at bay, resolved to die defending herself and defying her enemies.
She placed her lance in rest as the foremost Turk came up.
Despite his efforts to avoid the weapon, she thrust it through his shoulder.
He fell, desperately, if not mortally wounded, and full of rage at being defeated by a woman.
His nearest companion now faced the beautiful amazon, who rapidly drew her revolver--the one Jack had given her--and fired.
The ball took effect, for the Turk reeled in his saddle and fell to the ground, dead.
The others now approached.
But Thyra discharged one, two, three shots from her revolver, and the last killed the officer"s horse, which staggered and fell, bringing the rider to the ground.