"'Tis the voice of Golah!" exclaimed the Krooman, in Arabic. "He is calling for his son, Muley is his son's name!" "They are going to attack the _douar_," shouted the Arab sheik; and his words were followed by a scene of the wildest terror. The Arabs rushed here and there, mingling their cries with those of the slaves; while women shrieked, children screamed, dogs barked, horses neighed, and even the quiet camels gave voice to their alarm. In the confusion, the two wives of Golah, taking their children along with them, hurried away from the camp, and escaped undiscovered in the darkness. They had heard the voice of the father of their children, and understood that accent of anguish in which he had called out the name of his son. They were women--women who, although dreading their tyrant husband in his day of power, now pitied him in his hour of misfortune. The Arabs, anxiously expecting the appearance of their enemy, in great haste made ready to meet him; but they were left unmolested. In a few minutes all was quiet; not a sound was heard in the vicinity of the _douar_; and the late alarm might have appeared only a panic of groundless fear. The light of day was gradually gathering in the east, when the Arab sheik, recovering from his excitement ventured to make an examination of the _douar_ and its denizens. Two important facts presented themselves as evidence that the fright they had experienced was not without a cause. The sentry who had been stationed to guard the camp on its southern side was not present, and Golah's two wives and their children were also absent. There could be no mystery about the disappearance of the women. They had gone to rejoin the man whose voice had been heard calling "Muley!" But where was the Arab sentry? Had another of the party fallen a victim to the vengeance of Golah? CHAPTER SIXTY ONE. GOLAH FULFILS HIS DESTINY. Taking the Krooman by one arm, the Arab sheik led him up to the old man-o'-war's-man; who, sailor-like, having finished his watch, had gone to sleep. After being awakened by the sheik, the Krooman was told to ask the white man why he had fired his pistol. "Why, to kill Golah, the big nager!" answered Bill; "an' I'm mighty desaved if I 'ave not done it." This answer was communicated to the sheik, who had the art of expressing unbelief with a peculiar smile, which he now practised. Bill was asked if he had seen the black sheik. "Seen him! sartinly I did," answered the sailor. "He was not more nor four paces from me at the time I peppered him. I tell you he is gone and done for." The sheik shook his head, and again smiled incredulously. Further inquiries were interrupted by the discovery of the body of the Arab sentinel whom Golah had killed, and all clustered around it.