is arm in the direction of
the cabin. "Quick, below for your life! If your face is seen you are
doomed."
It was too late. Just as George was about to dive below, there was a
sharp report followed by the "plosh" of a bullet, as it dropped into
the water just a few yards ahead of the vessel.
"Duck down under the bulwarks," said Naoum hurriedly, "they can't
have seen you yet. The bank is lined with rebels," he went on,
gazing hard through the gathering darkness. "Allah! but they mean to
bring us to book!"
As he spoke there was a heavy rattle of musketry, and bullets flew
in all directions around them. The crew sat huddled together in a
place of safety, terror written in every line of their brown faces.
Naoum alone seemed impervious to the danger, and watched every
movement of the men on the bank.
"What shall we do?" asked George, with a set, determined look on his
face that made his question seem superfluous. "We won't surrender,"
he added in emphatic tones.
"We'll run for it," was the quiet answer. "Their guns can't do us
much harm. They couldn't hit a mountain."
George peered over the side at the bank.
"Hallo! what are they doing? Looks as if they were launching boats."
Naoum watched their actions keenly, and his face took on a slightly
anxious expression as he realized the truth of George's statement.
"They _are_ launching boats, but what for?" he said, as if asking
himself the question. Then a thought seemed to suddenly strike him.
"I have it--yes, that's it."
"What is it?" asked George, as Naoum walked towards the cabin.
Without answering he disappeared, and a moment later returned with
several rifles. These he served out to his men with a supply of
cartridges. He then harangued them in Arabic, which George was only
partly able to understand, but when he had finished, he observed the
fellows line up under the bulwarks and load their rifles.
"What's your idea?" asked George, as soon as Naoum had finished.
"These rebels are going to follow us, and I have no doubt they will
overtake us. Then will come a tough time," replied Naoum.
"Ah! I understand. They mean to capture us if possible."
"Yes. That is what they intend, and we shall stand a poor chance if
they come up with us."
"We'll not give in at any rate, but make a bold stand and give them
a taste of what we are made of first," said George.
Naoum and George now went together to the stern of the boat and
watched anxiously the purs
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