No doubt their shrewdness will at once tell them just where those they seek may be found.
Even as they finish their labor and take their positions, those in the tomb discover that a change has come; the shouts of the robbers are growing, louder, showing that they no longer race away.

Their tenor has changed, too, and they sound vindictive in their anticipated triumph.
"Ready! they come!" remarks the sententious guide, who takes matters in a cool manner, showing no sign of emotion.
There can be no mistaking the fact, for in another minute the angry band is in front of the old tomb.
Then begins a scene that savors of horrid war.

The clamor of battle is in the air, loud shouts ring out, men charge, shots are fired, and with serious result.
Those who defend the fort know their lives are at stake, and they endeavor to make each shot tell.

Even Sir Lionel has managed to reload his revolver, and this time makes sure that it contains lead.
The professor is bound not to be left, and as he has secured the long gun which was fastened to the saddle of the bony steed he rode, he sends its contents among the assailants, even as they make their rush.
The result is disastrous to Philander, since it knocks him off his perch; but, scrambling to his feet again, he looks out in time to see that his shot has played havoc among the animals of the attacking force.
Three are down, and their riders crawl from underneath, doubtless pretty well scared, if not seriously injured.
The first assault is over--the result is disastrous to the Arabs, who have received severe wounds among them.
They will probably reason the thing over now, and proceed upon new lines, which will possibly bring them nearer success than they have been thus far.
Our friends are not over-confident, even though they have won the first round.

They know the tenacious character of the foe against whom they are pitted, and feel sure this is only the beginning.