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 noble 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.

Thyra urged her steed again towards the sea.

Herbert Murray and Chivey now pressed forward, resolved to try and gain
the pasha's reward and the glory of achieving her capture.

Away went Thyra on her gallant steed.

She was near the sea now.

The murmur of its waves upon the sands resounded in her ears.

The British cruiser was seen about a mile away in the offing, and on
the shore stood about half a dozen sailors, taking charge of the boats
in which the armed force had come ashore.

They were anxiously watching for their companions to return, and on
perceiving Thyra's peril, two of them went to her assistance.

And they arrived not a moment too soon.

Herbert Murray had ridden up to her.

Grasping the bridle of her steed, he thought he had effected her
capture.

But at this moment a voice beside him cried out in English--

"Hands off there, you lubber!"

This showed that Thyra's call for help had been heard and responded to.

Murray turned, and saw the two s