All escape is cut off by the presence of numerous guards at the mouth of the mine, and they are watched besides.
Mustapha, putting his knowledge of the place into good use, has led his companion into a cleft where there is hardly room to crawl; but, as they reach the end, they have a chance to gaze upon the interior where the Arabs and Kabyles, the Moors and negroes, who battle under the free banner of Bab Azoun, are assembled.
Eagerly John looks upon the face of Lady Ruth.

His heart seems in his throat, and he no longer can deceive himself regarding his true feelings toward this young lady.
"What can we do ?" he whispers to the Arab.
"Nothing but wait," is the reply.
John has a great fear tugging at his heart.

On their way they have discussed the situation, and Mustapha has related the habits of the Arab desert outlaws.

Should it appear that a rescue was imminent, it was their habit to murder any prisoners.
Surely this is enough to arouse John's keenest fears.

What if the French forces do come and annihilate the robber host--if the prisoners share their doom, what has been gained?
That is why he asks so anxiously if there is nothing to be done.
The Arab by this time realizes why he is so anxious, and hesitates a little before making reply.
"We must watch and wait.