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Updated: May 18, 2025
"It seemed very beautiful when we first came," Lenora sighed, "but that was after the heat and glare of the desert. There does seem something a little unhealthy about it." "I'm just about fed up with Mongars," Quest declared. "We do nothing but lie about, and they won't even let us fire a gun off."
"This column of soldiers would march at night," he remarked. "I am hoping all the time that we may meet them." Quest fell a little behind to his side, although he never left off watching Craig. "Look behind you, Professor," he whispered. In the far distance were a number of little black specks, growing every moment larger. Even at that moment they heard the low, long call of the Mongars.
Then, without excuse or warning, they swung the two women to the ground, leapt on their horses, and, turning northwards, galloped away. Already the crack of the rifles and little puffs of white smoke showed them where the Mongars, advancing cautiously, were commencing their attack. The Professor looked on anxiously.
I have to-day come to the definite conclusion that anthropoid apes were at one time denizens of this country. "Tuesday. Both Craig and I have been a little uneasy to-day. These Mongars into whose encampment we have found our way, are one of the strangest and fiercest of the nomad tribes.
What's the next move, anyway?" The Professor glanced towards the sun and took a small compass from his pocket. He pointed across the desert. "That's exactly our route," he said, "but I reckon we still must be two days from the Mongars, and how we are going to get there ourselves, much more get the women there, without camels, I don't know.
Quest picked it up, and stood on guard. The other two Mongars swung round towards him, raising their rifles to their shoulders. Quest held Lenora to him. It seemed as though their last second had come. Suddenly Craig, who had been a little in the rear, galloped, shouting, into the line of fire. "Stop!" he ordered. "Chief, these people are my friends. Chief, the word!"
"It is the Mongar cry of warning," he said hoarsely. "Something is going to happen." The whole encampment was suddenly in a state of activity. The Mongars ran hither and thither, getting together their horses. The Chief, with Craig by his side, was standing on the outskirts of the camp. The cry came again, this time much louder and nearer.
Four of the Mongars had galloped away in pursuit of the Arabs who had been the temporary escort of Quest and his companions. They passed about a hundred yards away, waving their arms and shouting furiously. One of them even fired a shot, which missed Quest by only a few inches. "They say they are coming back," the Professor muttered. "Who's this? It's the Chief and "
"I am not at all sure," he said in an undertone to Quest, "about our position with the Mongars. Craig has a peculiar hold upon them, but as a rule they hate white men, and their blood will be up.... See! the fight is all over. Those fellows were no match for the Mongars. Most of them have fled and left the caravan." The fight was indeed over.
He pointed with his arm and commenced to talk in an excited fashion to his two companions. From across the desert, facing them, came a little company of horsemen, galloping fast and with the sunlight flashing upon their rifles. "The Mongars!" the Arab cried, pointing wildly. "They attack the caravan!" The three Arabs talked together for a moment in an excited fashion.
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