Ain-el-Khair looked for Ben Ahmet—and found him! The old sheik had joined that caravan, and Ali Mustaf was at his side. They stood before one of the small tents.
“Praise Allah,” cried the robber sheik, exultantly, speaking in Arabic. “I have found you, Ben Ahmet! You are the one who caused the Sultan to put a price on my head, but you shall not live to see me destroyed. I have come to kill you.”
“But I will kill you first!” shouted the sheik, as he lifted a pistol and fired straight at the breast of the robber chief.
Ain-el-Khair felt the bullet strike against his wonderful shirt, but he was not harmed by it, and, a moment later, he shot Ben Ahmet through the head.
Seeing this, Ali Mustaf uttered a yell of terror and fled in the darkness.
In a moment Frank leaped from his horse and tore open the front of the tent.
“Igela!” he called; “are you here?”
With a cry of joy she sprang into his arms!