CHAPTER V
CIMBULA WEAVES A PLOT
"Dan, I am going to post you here at the edge of the cliff," said d.i.c.k Oakwood. "Stay hidden among the rocks, or some sniper will take a shot at you."
"Don"t worry, d.i.c.k, I"ll keep out of sight," said Dan.
"And if you see any sign of attack in the Arab camp, let out a yell of alarm."
"You"re telling _me_? n.o.body will have to ask me to do that little thing."
"The rest of us are going to be busy getting ready for the night attack," d.i.c.k explained. "We have to a.s.semble the two tribes, select the best men for the battle and see to it that they have plenty of arrows and other weapons."
"Okay. You"ve given me a soft job," said Dan. "I can play sentinel all day. Now if I only had a big bunch of dates to eat and a good book to read--" he added laughing.
"Say, you"d make a great soldier," cried d.i.c.k. "You"re the sort of soldier that goes to the guard house for the duration of the war."
"Go on. I was just kidding!"
"Well, big boy, this is serious. Here, I"ll lend you the binoculars and you keep your eyes on the Arabs down there. If they start to climb the cliffs, we will roll big rocks on them and give them something to remember us by."
But the Arabs seemed satisfied to take things easy for a while.
Dan took the binoculars and after a brief survey of the Arab camp, began to search the horizon in all directions.
"I was just thinking," he explained, "that this would be a great time for my dad to make his appearance in the cabin plane."
"No such luck, Dan! Don"t even think of it. I made your father promise to leave the tribes to me without interference."
"I"m hoping he may shorten the time of even forget that he made such a promise," said Dan. "Gee! Wouldn"t it be great to see that big plane come sailing toward us?"
"With white men and guns to chase off those Arab slavers!" d.i.c.k added.
"Yes, it would be fine, Dan. But don"t expect it. Your father and mine are busy on the Pomegranate Oasis. They don"t dream that we are in danger."
"That"s right! Wouldn"t it be wonderful if people could send word by their thoughts. A kind of human radio."
"There is something like that," said d.i.c.k Oakwood. "It is called telepathy, but not much is known about it. People who have the gift can send or receive messages sent by another person"s mind."
"Aw go on. Quit kidding!"
"I"m not kidding. Lots of Hindu mystics in India have the gift."
"Well if I had it, I would send a hurry-up call to Ray," said Dan.
"I"d say, "Sister get busy and tell everybody on the Oasis that we"re in danger. Load up the cabin plane with rifles and get here before we"re all killed.""
"Listen, Dan, you"re not going to get killed, and I don"t like to hear you talk that way. Snap out of it, boy! We"re going to put up a fight that will make those Arabs wish they had never bothered us."
"You can count on me," said Dan.
The Boy King shook his friend"s hand and clapped him on the shoulder, then turned away to organize his force of tribesmen. d.i.c.k summoned Raal and ordered, "Look over all the Taharans. Pick out the best men for tonight"s attack and tell them what they are to do."
"I hear, I obey, O Tahara."
"Good. And let no man be idle. Even those who are wounded, but able to work, must keep busy. They can make arrows and spears, for we will need plenty of weapons."
"Yes, O Master."
d.i.c.k summoned Kulki.
"What about your Gorols? Are they all a.s.sembled?"
"Not all, Master. Some have strayed off to the woods. They are not trained to obey like the Taharans."
"Round up all you can find," said d.i.c.k, "and make sure that only the reliable men are chosen for the raid."
"Yes, Master."
"Send out others to collect pitchwood for torches and stones to roll down the cliff. Every man must do something useful."
"I hear, O Tahara."
"I would speak to Wabiti, your father."
"He is not here, Master," said Kulki. "Wabiti is old and his thoughts are not as ours. He has gone away into the woods."
"If Wabiti is up to mischief, it will go hard with him," said d.i.c.k.
"Are your brothers faithful to me?"
"I think so, Master. If I knew that one was a traitor, I would slay him with my own hands."
There was no doubt of Kulki"s loyalty. His primitive features and dark eyes expressed the eagerness to serve the Boy King of the two tribes.
"It is well," said d.i.c.k.
"Tonight the Arabs will be driven to defeat and shameful flight before the moon rises. Let every man be ready."
"All will be ready to die for you, O Tahara!"
d.i.c.k turned away to look after Kurt and the other wounded warriors and found that they were being tended by old women of the tribes who were skilled in treating cuts with medicinal leaves.
Kurul had come through with only slight scratches and was in attendance as his body guard.
"I need no guard," said d.i.c.k. "You Kurul, take six of the fleetest warriors and hunt in the hills for game. Before sunset we will all eat and drink to build up our strength and as soon as it is dark we will strike a blow that will rid the land of our enemies."
With all these preparations for battle, the day pa.s.sed swiftly. d.i.c.k"s main worry was that Jess Slythe might appear in his stolen monoplane and drop bombs upon the tribesmen as he had done before. Of course his fears might be groundless. d.i.c.k was not sure whether the fellow was still alive or whether his plane had crashed in the desert, but until he was a.s.sured of the man"s death, he would have reason to fear him.
If Slythe should reappear and drop grenades on the tribesmen, that would give the Arabs a chance to storm the cliffs without resistance, and would lead to the destruction of the natives and his own death as well.