The Baggara glared round like a lion at bay, his dark eyes flashing murderously from under his red turban.

A crimson spot, and then another, sprang out upon his dark skin, but he never winced at the bullet wounds.

His fierce gaze had fallen upon the prisoners, and with an exultant shout he was dashing towards them, his broad-bladed sword gleaming above his head.

Miss Adams was the nearest to him, but at the sight of the rushing figure and the maniac face she threw herself off the camel upon the far side.

The Arab bounded on to a rock and aimed a thrust at Mrs.Belmont, but before the point could reach her the Colonel leaned forward with his pistol and blew the man's head in.