"Now's our chance!" And at last I saw his idea.

I did not know which to admire more, the man who had thought of it in that sudden crisis, or Ali Baba who had understood so swiftly and carried out his part so well.
But there was no time for admiration then.
All together--Ali Baba and his men along one side of a right-angle and we from the other--we swooped on the three.

And there were nine or ten shots fired before we closed on them, though none by our side.
My camel went down under me twenty yards before we reached them.
Two other camels were killed, and one of Ali Baba's sons was grazed.

But in another second we had captured two men and a woman, and it was too late for the spectators to do anything, unless they cared to risk killing their own leader.
I thrust my way on foot through the milling camels, for I wanted to be in at the death, as it were, and I saw Grim take the woman's rifle away.

She looked more surprised than any one I have ever seen--more so than a man I once saw shot in the stomach who looked suddenly into the next world and did not like it.
"Shout to 'em, Jael!" he ordered in plain English.