"Tahara Rax! The axe! The axe!"
With shouts of vengeance, the tribesmen accepted Dick's plan. Even Raal, anxious as he was to set out at once, saw the wisdom of the plan.
"But I would go with Kulki. Now!" he begged.
"If you did, what would happen? You would try to fight the Arabs then and there. All would be lost."
Raal agreed.
"Let me work day and night getting ready for the rescue!" he exclaimed. "Then I will not grieve."
"We will begin now," Dick answered.
"You will be chief horse-breaker," Dan assured Raal. "In a week you'll be a regular Arizona bronco-buster."
Kulki and his chosen three began preparations for the trail at once. That same day they set out, mounted on Arab horses and carrying water and food. Kulki refused a gun. The "stick that spoke like thunder" was a magic he did not understand.
As for Raal and his Taharans, they wasted no time but set to work rounding up all the small wild horses that they could find among the hills, while Dan and Dick showed the others how to build a corral for the animals.