The Mohammedan generals, who had been thoroughly dismayed at the sight of the Grecian phalanx, thanked Allah for such a merciful deliverance, and instantly voted to accept. The real authority, however, rested with Kahled, who replied, "Remember Jababal!" With so many in favor of peace, Manuel hoped for an acceptance of his terms, and proposed that they consider the matter for a day. Kahled, with his hand upon the camel-skin in his belt, replied again: "Remember Jababal!" He realized that his only hope of victory lay in striking a tired and hungry enemy, and that each hour's delay was dangerous. Less than half an hour later he was riding along the line of battle shouting the battle cry: "Paradise is before you! Fight for it!" The soldiers were ready, and there began the most desperate struggle that was ever waged upon the plains of Syria. All day long the furious conflict raged. Three times the Bedouins were driven back. Three times the cries and entreaties of their women and children in the rear urged them to renew the fight, and again they plunged furiously upon the solid Grecian phalanx. Night came, and neither army had gained or lost, but among the Bedouin captives taken by the Greeks were several who recognized Kanana. They saw him moving freely about the enemy's camp. They learned that he was supposed to be a servant who had fled, with other camp-followers, at the time of the slaughter of Jababal's army. They could see in it nothing but cowardly desertion. They said: "He was afraid that we should be conquered, and instead of standing by us to fight for Arabia, he ran to the enemy to hide himself;" and in their anger they betrayed him. They reported to the Greeks that he was a Bedouin, of the army of Kahled, not a Syrian servant of Jababal. Kanana was quickly seized, bound and dragged into the presence of the prince. Manuel had suspected that some one had betrayed both Jababal and himself to Kahled, and chagrined at the result of the first day's battle, he fiercely accused Kanana. Calmly the Bedouin boy admitted that it was he who had given the information, and he waited without flinching as Manuel drew his sword. "Boy, dost thou not fear to die?" he exclaimed, as he brandished his sword before Kanana. "I fear nothing!" replied Kanana proudly. "Take him away and guard him carefully," muttered the prince. "Dying is too easy for such as he. He must be tortured first." The second day and the third were like the first. The army of the Prophet fought with a desperation that never has been equaled. The Ishmaelite counted his life as nothing so that he saw a Greek fall with him. It was the fate of Allah and Arabia for which they fought, and they stood as though rooted to the ground, knowing of no retreat but death. Again and again their general's voice rang loud above the clashing arms: "Paradise is before you if you fight! Hell waits for him who runs!" And they fought and fought and fought, and not a man dared turn his back.