The victory was complete.
By the time Mahatma Sikandar came on the scene, borne upon his litter, the Muta-Kungas were in full flight, pursued by the Kungoras, Gorols and Taharans.
The Arabs, too, had vanished, but a few of their horses were loose, running about the village and the surrounding forest.
Dick spied his Taharan friends, Kurt and Kurul, returning from the pursuit of the enemies and cried:
"Round up the stray horses! Get all you can! We'll start out to rescue Dad."
"Yes, Master," they replied obediently, and called upon their fellows to help in the capture of the terrified animals.
The Mahatma spoke to them in his placid voice:
"Patience, my children! I see that the battle has gone as I foretold. Through my power over beasts, I caused the elephants to stampede. Now be quiet, and watch. You will see me bring the horses to you."
Fascinated, Dick and his followers watched the wise old Hindu raise both hands above his head with a convulsive gesture. His eyes closed. At the same time his lips moved as he appeared to be saying something under his breath. But no sound came to the ears of the men beside him. The message was not meant for them. It was directed at the runaway horses.
At a distance the beasts were racing madly, at first, then their pace slackened and a few of them began to graze quietly, while the others stared in the direction of the holy man.