CHAPTER XI
Fighting Heavy Odds
“KEEP your hands on your guns,” called Dr. Kirshner, as he gazed at the approaching party of Arabs.
There were ten of them, and each armed with a short range rifle, which, although inferior to the guns of the Americans, could do a great deal of damage. In addition to the mounts of the Arabs, there were six or seven pack camels that trailed.
As the caravan came nearer, Tishmak waved and shouted a friendly greeting, but he did not receive the same in return. Evidently the men had no friendly intentions.
Tishmak chattered a moment to Fekmah, who then turned to the Americans.
“They are probably nomad bandits,” Fekmah said excitedly. “Tishmak says we might have fight.”
“A fight!” cried Joe. “Why? Are they going to try to rob us?”
Fekmah nodded.
“Worse, perhaps,” he replied.