Since they had drawn rein the party of approaching horsemen neared rapidly; as they galloped over the plain George counted at least twenty mounted men, headed by one who rode by himself. The companions determined to save their ammunition until the enemy was at short range, which did not take long, the distance decreasing every instant.
"Our horses will stand fire," said Belbeis, "they are well trained, and we can shoot from their backs."
"Good," said George, "that will be in our favour. Now wait till I give the word to fire, and then take a steady aim at their horses."
The fight in the desert. p. 319
The three men sat keenly watching the advancing soldiers. They were plainly visible, and the uniform told our hero that they were Arabi's men. In five minutes' time Helmar turned with an exclamation to his companions.
"A white man leads them!" he cried, in excited tones. "Who can it be?"
Belbeis narrowly scrutinized the leader, then turning to George smiled grimly into his face.
"You will have the opportunity you wish for. Old scores can be wiped off before we are taken. The leader is your old enemy, the officer Arden himself!"