Down tumbled the Turk, without a cry, and lay motionless at
the foot of the wall.
Rob's first thought was to search the pockets of his captive, and to
his delight he found and recovered his box of food tablets. The
Record of Events and the traveling machine were doubtless in the
possession of the other robbers, but Rob did not despair of recovering
them, now that he had the tube to aid him.
Day was now breaking, and several of the Tatars appeared and examined
the body of the Turk with grunts of surprise, for there was no mark
upon him to show how he had been slain. Supposing him to be dead,
they tossed him aside and forgot all about him.
Rob had secured his ruby ring again, and going to the chief's tent he
showed the jewel to the guard and was at once admitted. The
black-bearded chieftain was still reclining upon his pillows, but Rob
bowed before him, and by means of signs managed to ask for a band of
warriors to assist him in assaulting the town. The chieftain appeared
to doubt the wisdom of the enterprise, not being able to understand
how the boy could expect to succeed; but he graciously issued the
required order, and by the time Rob reached the city gate he found a
large group of Tatars gathered to support him, while the entire camp,
roused to interest in the proceedings, stood looking on.
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