The Greek girl strained her eyes to penetrate the mist; in this she was assisted by the growing light of the morn.
Presently the cloud shaped itself into recognisable distinctness.
It was a mass of armed men.
The Turks were marching on their track!
Thyra's terror for a moment kept her spellbound.
This onset boded destruction to herself and all her friends; above all, to him she loved best.
Involuntarily she uttered a cry of alarm, which at once aroused the whole of the camp.
The Arabs sprang to their feet, and seized their arms.
In an instant all was commotion.
Kara-al-Zariel heard that beloved voice, and in an instant was at Thyra's side.