Jack Harkaway's Boy Tinker Among The Turks

  CHAPTER LXXXVI.

  THE GREEK GIRL'S FOREBODING--A BATTLE WITH THE TURKS.

  Thyra slept little that night.

  This could not be because she was unwearied in frame, for the toils,anxieties, and dangers of the day had been sufficient to exhaust fargreater strength than hers.

  It was not that she had not much cause now for anxiety of mind.

  Jack was safe--that to her, was the first consideration, and all hisfriends, including herself, had been rescued by his cleverness from themore imminent perils that beset them.

  But her soul was in a state of great agitation; dark, melancholythoughts, which would not be chased away, continually oppressed it.

  This interfered with the blissful visions, the roseate castles in theair which she was so prone to build, and of which Jack Harkaway everformed the central figure.

  If she could win his love, and accompany him to England--a grand andmysterious region which she had all her life longed to see--Thyrathought the climax of happiness would be reached.

  But still she felt a terrible presentiment that, not only would thisnever be accomplished, but that some dread and imminent fate washanging over her.

  "To-morrow," she murmured, "the hand of destiny will lie heavily uponme; there is a voice within that tells me so."

  And this melancholy condition continued throughout the hours ofdarkness.

  She looked out of her tent.

  All around her slept.

  Even the sentinel had fallen asleep beside the camp fire.

  The air was laden with the chill breath of night, but the stars werefading and the first gleams of dawn were breaking through the easternmists. At such a time the appearance of the vast desert was especiallygloomy and depressing.

  Thyra turned her gaze in the direction of the town.

  What cloud was that coming thence, and advancing along the plaintowards the camp?

  The Greek girl strained her eyes to penetrate the mist; in this she wasassisted by the growing light of the morn.

  Presently the cloud shaped itself into recognisable distinctness.

  It was a mass of armed men.

  The Turks were marching on their track!

  Thyra's terror for a moment kept her spellbound.

  This onset boded destruction to herself and all her friends; above all,to him she loved best.

  Involuntarily she uttered a cry of alarm, which at once aroused thewhole of the camp.

  The Arabs sprang to their feet, and seized their arms.

  In an instant all was commotion.

  Kara-al-Zariel heard that beloved voice, and in an instant was atThyra's side.

  "What has alarmed the Pearl of the Isles?" he asked, in the poeticphraseology of his race.

  Thyra stood with dishevelled hair, and dilated eyes fixed upon theapproaching army, at which she pointed with trembling fingers.

  "Look! look!" she exclaimed, "they are coming--the Turks are upon us!"

  Kara-al-Zariel followed her gaze.

  He saw the cloud; he knew the danger.

  "To horse!" he thundered. "To arms! every son of the desert, and everyChristian guest!"

  Instantly the horses were untethered, and the riders mounted; armed menassembled on foot, and every warrior appeared in readiness.

  Jack Harkaway and his friend Harry, by this time familiar as oldsoldiers with these sudden calls to arms, soon answered the summons;and the rest of their party, on hearing the danger, were not backwardin preparing for it.

  There were in the encampment a large number of fleet Arab steeds, morethan were actually required by the tribe, but the chief, like many ofhis race, dealt largely in horseflesh.

  This was particularly fortunate on the present occasion, for theirChristian allies could also be mounted, and if overwhelminglyoutnumbered by the enemy, could save themselves by flight.

  All the more experienced warriors were now sent to the front, to facethe first shock of the coming attack.

  Kara-al-Zariel led a beautiful steed to Thyra.

  "Mount, sweet maiden," he said; "This steed is one of fleetest. Go,ride on towards the sea, for our enemies are coming fast upon us, andthis is no place for thee."

  Thyra mounted, but steadfastly refused to flight.

  "Thinkest thou, O chief, that I will fly from this danger?" she saidscornfully. "Never! I will escape with my best friends, or perish withthem."

  In vain the emir persuaded her to seek safety at once.

  "To perish or to fall again into the hands of the licentious Turks," hesaid; "remember, rash girl, these two terrible fates menace thee."

  "If I am killed," responded Thyra, "it is the will of Heaven; but ere Ibecome a captive to the Turks, the dagger shall end my life."

  Her resolution being evidently fixed, the Arab chief ceased topersuade, but resolved, throughout the coming fight, to do all he couldto shield her from danger.

  On came the enemy's forces.

  The light was now sufficient for it to be perceived that they consistedof a large and well-armed body of Turkish cavalry.

  They were led, as before, by the captain of the guard, and thetruculent vizier Abdullah.

  If was through the latter's acuteness that the vaults beneath thecastle had been discovered, and conjecturing that the fugitives hadescaped thus, he had traced them into the desert.

  He, therefore, organized an expedition to set out and surprise them inthe camp.

  Abdullah's plans were deeply laid.

  He wished to capture the Greek girl, that he might curry favour withthe Pasha Ibrahim by presenting her to him.

  He was resolved to secure and punish Harkaway and the other Christians,to turn away every public suspicion from himself and Ibrahim, as to thelate pasha's assassination.

  After that, it is exceedingly probable that the unscrupulousinterpreter meant in some way to destroy Ibrahim, and set up as pashahimself.

  These subtle treacheries are common under the corruptions of Orientalrule.

  The vizier intended to take the Arabs by surprise, and he would havesucceeded in this, had it not been for Thyra.

  Instead, therefore, of finding a sleeping encampment, he found thewhole tribe up in arms, and ready to receive him.

  Other tactics were therefore necessary, but Abdullah believed that hisown superiority in numbers would ensure victory.

  As the Turkish regiment approached, they spread themselves out, theirobject being to surround the force opposed to them.

  On came the Turks.

  Their sabres flashing and clashing.

  The steeds neighing.

  The sands of the desert rising up in clouds beneath their thunderingtread.

  Arrived within a short distance, the two armies halted and surveyedeach other.

  Then a trumpet sounded to parley, and a messenger rode forward tocommunicate with the Arab chief.

  "To the Emir Kara-al Zariel," said the soldier, "thus saith the greatLord Ibrahim, pasha of Alla-hissar. Whereas, though thou hast beenoften a rebel against his highness's lawful authority, yet will hepardon thee all past misdeeds on condition that thou shalt give up theFrankish men and the Greek woman, who are accused of the secret murderof his late highness, Moley Pasha. Refuse this, and no mercy will beshown to thee or to thy tribe.

  "Tell thy ruler or his officers," thus replied Kara-al Zariel, "that Irefuse his proffered pardon; that Ibrahim is an assassin and usurper Idespise and defy; that I will never deliver up to his hands those whohave sought my hospitality, and that I and my tribe, and my guests,will resist him and his, to the death."

  This rebuff was sufficiently conclusive.

  There was nothing now but to commence the fight.

  Shots came forth from the midst of the mass of Turkish horsemen, andwere promptly answered from the muskets of the Arabs.

  The battle cry of the Bedouins rang out clear in the morning air.

  The first rays of the sun now lit up the plain, piercing the clouds ofmist and desert-dust, and gleaming upon the rapidly-m
oving blades andbarrels.

  Now shone out the white _naiks_ of the Arabs and the red caps of theTurks.

  The Ottoman cavalry pressed with terrible force upon the Bedouins,whose old-fashioned long guns were inadequate to compete with themodern European rifles of their foe.

  But on each side, the bullets tore through the ranks and laid low manya gallant warrior.

  The fray soon became a fierce and close one.

  A fight, hand to hand, muzzle to muzzle, and sword to sword.

  One slight advantage was on the side of the Arabs.

  They and their horses were quite fresh, while the Turks and theirchargers were wearied with a long and difficult march.

  Our friends did not forget they were Englishmen, and upheld the honourof their country in the personal bravery they showed upon thisoccasion.

  Jack Harkaway and Harry Girdwood hewed their way right and left amongthe Turkish horsemen.

  They were like mowers among the corn, their sickles sharp, and theirharvest heavy.

  Soon shone the morning sun brightly upon this scene of strife.

  The Turks, from their numbers, could relieve their comrades when theybecame tired.

  The Arabs had no such advantage.

  They began to thin terribly.

  But still they fought on with unabated vigour, and succeeded inpreventing the enemy surrounding their encampment, and enclosing themin.

  Kara-al-Zariel was ever in the thickest and most perilous part of thecontest, encouraging his men with his presence.

  He performed prodigies of valour, and his long hiltless Arab sabre wasstained deeply with the blood of his foes.

  The diver and the waiter both showed themselves skilful and valorous infighting, and if Mole and Figgins failed to distinguish themselves somuch, and preferred the more modest and retiring rearguard of the army,we must consider the weak nerves of one and the wooden legs of theother.

  Bogey and Tinker were in their element, and their African blood spurredthem on to deeds of bravery sometimes even approaching barbarity.

  Thyra, stationed on horseback in the rear, had in her a spirit ofheroism, which of her own will, would have led her to the very front ofthe battle.

  But the entreaties of the chief and of Jack induced her to restrain hervalour, and remain in a position of comparative safety from which shecould see all that went on, and discharge a pistol when she saw achance of bringing down a foe.

  But by degrees the Arabs ranks were broken.

  Their numbers where fearfully diminished, and no efforts of theirsseemed to make any perceptible diminution of that of the enemy.

  So the chief resolved upon a retreat.

  But ere this could be effected, the Turks succeeded in placing a largecontingent in a position to intercept them.

  "We must cut through them, or we are lost," exclaimed the chief.

  The war-cry of the Arabs was again raised.

  They dashed at a portion of the living ring that surrounded them.

  They cut their way through the circling mass of steel.