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join in the assault upon the unarmed white man. Tarzan and Abdul were
rushed back toward the end of the room by the very force of numbers
opposing them. The young Arab remained loyal to his master, and with
drawn knife fought at his side.

With tremendous blows the ape-man felled all who came within reach of
his powerful hands. He fought quietly and without a word, upon his
lips the same half smile they had worn as he rose to strike down the
man who had insulted him. It seemed impossible that either he or Abdul
could survive the sea of wicked-looking swords and knives that
surrounded them, but the very numbers of their assailants proved the
best bulwark of their safety. So closely packed was the howling,
cursing mob that no weapon could be wielded to advantage, and none of
the Arabs dared use a firearm for fear of wounding one of his
compatriots.

Finally Tarzan succeeded in seizing one of the most persistent of his
attackers. With a quick wrench he disarmed the fellow, and then,
holding him before them as a shield, he backed slowly beside Abdul
toward the little door which led into the inner courtyard. At the
threshold he paused for an instant, and, lifting the struggling Arab
above his head, hurled him, as though from a catapult, full in the
faces of his on-pressing fellows.

Then Tarzan and Abdul stepped into the semidarkness of the court. The
frightened Ouled-Nails were crouching at the tops of the stairs which
led to their respective rooms, the only light in the courtyard coming
from the sickly candles which each girl had stuck with its own grease
to the woodwork of her door-frame, the better to display her charms to
those who might happen to traverse the dark inclosure.

Scarcely had Tarzan and Abdul emerged from the room ere a revolver
spoke close at their backs from the shadows beneath one of the
stairways, and as they turned to meet this new antagonist, two muffled
figures sprang toward them, firing as they came. Tarzan leaped to meet
these two new assailants. The foremost lay, a second later, in the
trampled dirt of the court, disarmed and groaning from a broken wrist.
Abdul's knife found the vitals of the second in the instant that the
fellow's revolver missed fire as he held it to the faithful Arab's
forehead.

The maddened horde within the cafe were now rushing out in pursuit of
their quarry. The Ouled-Nails had extinguished their candles at a cry
from one of their number, and the only l