ective than the stone knives and axes. Therefore
the Arabs began to give away, for their raid had been upon supposedly
weak tribesmen, and instead they were facing better fighters than
themselves.

Yet stubbornly they fought on. There was nothing else to do--a case of
kill or be killed.

"Give it to 'em!" cried Dick.

"Give 'em the axe," shouted Dan.

"Let out your bull-roaring voice," said Dick 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!" Dick 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 Dick. "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.

Dick 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," Dick 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