As soon as a meal had been eaten the Arabs mounted again, rode to a ferry two miles above the city, crossed there, and joined a large party of their countrymen, who were gathered at a short distance from the city.  There was much excitement among them, for one of their number had just returned, bringing news that there was fighting in the town.  Napoleon had gone in the morning to examine the ruins of Old Cairo.  On hearing that there were armed gatherings in various parts of the town, General Dupres started from the barracks of Birketelfi with a detachment of dragoons.  On his approaching one of these gatherings fire was opened upon him.  He and some of his dragoons were shot, and the rest galloped with the news to Junot, who was in command, and who at once sent to acquaint Bonaparte with what was taking place.

The latter returned at once, found the first two gates at which he arrived in the hands of the insurgents, and making a detour, entered the town by that of Boulak, and, joining Junot, he ordered the whole of the troops to be concentrated in the great open space known as the Square of El-Esbekieh, where were the headquarters and barracks occupied by a portion of the troops, and the houses in which the staff-officers, servants, and others lodged.  Cannon were placed at the mouth of all the streets leading from it, and the troops were ordered to remain under arms all night.  The Arabs had, soon after the sheik’s party joined them, entered the town by one of the gates that had been seized by the insurgents, and established themselves in one of the large open spaces near the walls.  Parties galloped down into the town, and from time to time brought back news of what was being done.

They reported that no attacks had been made on the troops, but that the whole town was in a state of insurrection; that the keepers of the French restaurants had been, for the most part, killed, and all their houses pillaged; and that the insurgents had gathered in great force in the cemetery, near the Square of El-Esbekieh.  The sheik, with his followers and many of the other Arabs, rode down to this spot in readiness to take part in the attack that would, he supposed, be at once made on the French.  Finding that nothing was done, the sheik rode to the Mosque of Gama El Ashar, where the leaders of the insurrection were gathered.  He dismounted and went in.  He found a tumultuous debate going on, a few being ready for instant attack, while the others urged the advisability of waiting until the next morning, when many more Arabs, and the inhabitants of Old Cairo and other places, would have joined them.

The sheik at once took part in the debate, and urged strongly that the attack should be made without an instant’s delay.

“You are giving time for the Franks to prepare themselves,” he said.  “You have already lost the advantage of surprise.  After the first shot was fired there should not have been a moment of delay; but no shot should have been fired until you had given us notice.  Then together we should have flung ourselves upon them when they were confused and dismayed, and had no time to form plans or to gather themselves in one place.  You have already lost that advantage, but do not give them any longer time.  You may be sure that already swift horsemen have been sent to order the divisions that have just marched to return at once, and by to-morrow evening they may be here.”

“You have spoken truly,” one of the leaders said, “that no shot should have been fired until all was in readiness, and that we should then have attacked at once with all our force.  But the impatience of individuals has destroyed our plans.  The evil has already been done; the Franks are gathered together.  They can receive no reinforcements until to-morrow night, while in the morning we shall be joined by fully 10,000 men; therefore nothing would be gained, and much lost, by attacking to-day.”

The majority of those present agreed with this opinion, and the sheik returned to the cemetery.

“You were right,” he said to Edgar moodily.  “To be successful, such a rising should have been prompt.  They should have wasted no time in killing tradesmen and plundering their shops.  They should have hurled themselves at once upon the troops and cut them to pieces before they had time to recover from their surprise.  Had they acted thus they might have succeeded.  Now they have allowed the whole of the French to gather, with their guns, and after what happened in the battle, I fear there can be little doubt of what will occur when we attack them; but this does not alter my determination to do my best towards gaining a victory.

“Even if defeated the affair will not be without advantage.  The Franks will begin to see that, easy as was their first victory, the Egyptians are not a flock of sheep to be maltreated and robbed without even venturing to murmur, and that they cannot afford to scatter their forces all over the country.  Moreover, the news that Cairo is in insurrection will spread through the country and excite a feeling of resistance.  Many will die, but their blood will not have been shed in vain.  The French think that they have conquered Egypt-they have, in fact, but marched to the capital.  They only hold the ground they stand on, and it will not be long before they feel that even that is trembling under their feet.”

Some sheep that had been brought, slung across the horses, were cut up, fires lighted, and supper eaten, and when two men had been posted as sentinels, the rest wrapped themselves in their burnooses and lay down to sleep.  Edgar’s reflections were not pleasant, and he sat up for some time talking to Sidi.

“You think that we shall be beaten,” the latter said, after they had talked for some time.  “There is no reason, brother, why you should take part in a fight that you think will end badly.  Why should you not leave us, and go out of one of the gates in the morning?”

“I cannot do that, Sidi.  I have, of my own free-will, cast in my lot with your people.  It is thanks to them that I have escaped a prison and perhaps death, and I cannot withdraw now because there is danger.  To tell you the truth, I am more disgusted at the murder of all the unfortunate shopkeepers than thinking of any personal danger to-morrow.  There is nothing brave or patriotic in slaying unarmed men, and the deeds done yesterday are rather those of street ruffians thirsting for plunder than of men trying to shake off subjection to foreigners.  Such doings as these bring disgrace upon a cause.”

This view of the case was new to Sidi.  In the wars that the Arabs carried on with each other, or with the tribes of Morocco, there was no fine distinction between combatants and non-combatants:  women as well as men were killed or carried off as slaves, and that there was anything wrong in this had never occurred to him.

“But they are enemies,” he ventured to protest.

“They were foreigners, but not enemies,” Edgar replied.  “Many of them were settled here long before the French landed, and, like my father, lived peaceably among you.  They are not in any way responsible for the action of the French government, or of Bonaparte and his army.  Among civilized people, save that after the capture of a town by storm, the soldiers become maddened and behave sometimes like demons, the lives of peaceful people are never menaced.  Soldiers fight against soldiers, and not against quiet traders or cultivators of the ground.  To me all that has been done to-day is nothing short of a murderous butchery, and to-morrow I would much more willingly join in a charge on the rabble who have done these things than upon the French soldiers, who are for the most part honest fellows and have injured no one since they came into the town, though they may have looted houses which they found deserted by their inhabitants.

“However, as my country is at war with them, and I have an opportunity of fighting them, I shall do so, but I would rather have done it with an Arab force alone out on the desert than in conjunction with these blood-stained ruffians.  However, the matter is settled now, and at any rate it will be a satisfaction to fight by the side of yourself and your brave father, who sees as well as I do that defeat is almost certain.”  So saying he lay down to sleep, but with sore forebodings of what was likely to take place the next day.

When daylight broke it soon became evident that the insurgents had neither a leader nor fixed plans.  Some were in favour of attacking at once, while others urged that it would be better for the French to do so.  The argument was, that whereas at present the French were all assembled, ranged in order, and ready for an attack, they must be broken up as soon as they issued from the various streets leading into the square.  The sheik, after talking the matter over with Edgar, rode with some of his followers to the spot where the leaders were discussing the matter.

“There is much in what you say,” he exclaimed, when one of those who urged delay had spoken; “but if we are to await their attack let us prepare for it.  All who have firearms should go on to the roofs of the houses of the streets through which they will march, and fire down into them as they pass along.  Those who have other arms should take their places in the lanes, running out of them and break into the column as it comes along, while we Arabs will charge them in front.”

Some strongly approved of this advice, others said that the question must be referred to the council at the mosque, and things remained as they were before.

The French had made a move early.  Soon after daybreak Captain Sulkouski, one of Napoleon’s aides-de-camp, started with two hundred cavalry to make a circuit of the town, and to reconnoitre the position of the insurgents.  He rashly charged into the middle of a large party of Arabs, but was killed with many of his men.  Two hours later scouts rushed into the cemetery, and announced that the French were in movement along the streets leading towards it, and almost immediately afterwards several batteries, which had been placed during the night on spots commanding the cemetery, opened fire.

There was no hesitation now on the part of the insurgents; they rushed forward in confused masses to meet the enemy.  As they did so the leading ranks of the columns opened, and cannon, which were being dragged along by the infantry, poured volleys of grape into the crowded mobs.  Many of the Egyptians ran into the houses, and from there kept up a heavy fire.  But pressing steadily forward, the French fought their way into the cemetery, and opening out, poured such heavy volleys into the Egyptians that these speedily ran up the streets leading from it, leaving numbers of dead behind.  The Arabs had fallen back before the French entered the square, as the crowded tombstones rendered it impossible for them to act with any effect there, and the sheik’s party, with several others, took up their position at some distance up the principal street leading towards the mosque.

As soon as a heavy French column entered this street fighting began in earnest.  From roof and window a deadly fire was poured into them, bodies of men armed with sword and dagger rushed out of the narrow lanes and threw themselves on the flanks of the column.  Many French soldiers were killed, but the bayonet did its work, and the assailants who had pierced the column fell to a man.

The blood of the French soldiers was now up.  The sudden attack upon them, the killing of many of their comrades, and of several distinguished officers who had been caught riding unguardedly through the city, had exasperated them to a pitch of fury.  They had been under arms all night, and the sight of many shops gutted, and their late inmates lying dead at their doorway or in the road, filled them with a thirst for vengeance, and they moved forward eagerly.

“Now it is our turn!” one of the Arab sheiks said sternly, then raising his war-cry he led the way down the street, followed by a hundred of his followers.  Behind them rode Ben Ouafy, with Sidi and Edgar beside him, and his own band following closely.  There was only room for eight men to ride abreast.  Although their front ranks were swept away by the fire of the leading ranks of the French column, the Arabs charged with splendid bravery, but when within twenty paces of the column there was a sudden movement, the ranks opened, and two cannon loaded to the muzzle with grape poured a murderous discharge into them.

The effect was terrible.  The greater portion of the band that led the charge was swept away; the others would have turned, but the Beni Ouafy were racing forward.  “Charge,” the sheik cried, “before they can load again!”

“Forward, forward!” the Arabs’ war-cry pealed out loud and shrill from a hundred throats, and the whole then dashed down upon the French column.  The leading ranks were cut down, the cannon were for the moment captured, and the Arabs pressed forward with shouts of victory; but the French in front, pressed upon by those behind, could retreat but a short distance.  Those in front defended themselves with bayonet and clubbed muskets, those behind poured their fire into the Arabs, who, being raised above their comrades’ heads, offered an easy mark.

The road was speedily blocked with fallen men and horses, but the struggle continued until there was a movement from the French column, and pressing their way along, a number of soldiers dragged two more guns to the front.  Then the head of the column opened sufficiently for the muzzles to project between those of the first line, and again the storm of grape swept the street.  This was too much for the Arabs, and those who survived turned their horses and galloped back.  The sheik and his party had just reached the French line, all in front of them having fallen, when the cannon poured their contents down the street.  Edgar had caught sight of the guns just before, and uttered a warning shout.

“To the right, sheik, to the right!” while he himself, with a sharp pull at the bridle, caused his horse to wheel to the left, and thus when the guns were fired, their contents passed between Edgar and his two friends.  The sheik gave a cry of dismay as he saw that the greater part of his followers were destroyed, and shouted to Sidi and Edgar to fly for their lives.  Riding at a mad gallop they dashed along, but the bullets of the French pursued them vengefully, and half-way down the street Edgar felt a sudden sharp pain in his right arm, and at the same moment his horse gave a sudden spring and then rolled over.  He was at the time somewhat in rear of the sheik and Sidi, and they were for the moment unaware of what happened to him.  Fortunately the horse did not fall upon him, and in an instant he was upon his feet again.

Looking round he saw that he had fallen close to the open door of a shop with an Italian name over it; he ran into it.  The shop had been completely ransacked, and three bodies, those of the proprietor and two lads, lay on the floor.  There was no door leading out behind, and he ran up the stairs.  The rooms were littered with the remains of the furniture and belongings.  The bedding, curtains, and everything that could be of use to the spoilers were gone, but the European clothes, which could not be worn by them, were still about.  The only windows looked into the street.  There was no apparent means of escape; the only hope was in disguise.  Tearing off his Arab garments and thrusting them into a cupboard, he threw on without a moment’s delay, trousers, a coat that buttoned up, and a pair of European shoes, thrust a cap on his head, and then ran downstairs again.  Fortunately the column, after defeating its assailants, had paused for two or three minutes, while the soldiers broke into the houses from which they had been fired upon and slew all they found in them, and its head was still a hundred yards away when Edgar looked cautiously out.  He had time to throw off his coat and to hastily bandage the wound in his arm, from which the blood had been streaming down; then as he heard the tramp of the advancing column he ran down to the door, and as the troops came up, waved his hand, danced as if for joy, and shouted a welcome in Italian, mingled with a few words of French, pouring at the same time a voluble string of malédictions on the ruffians who had killed his master and his two comrades.  A mounted officer riding at the head of the column shouted to him to go in and to remain quiet, saying that there was no fear that he would be molested now.  Edgar drew back a little, but remained at the door, sometimes shouting encouragement to the soldiers, sometimes apparently weeping convulsively, and acting as if half out of his mind with relief at his deliverance.

As soon as the column had passed he returned upstairs, bandaged his wound much more carefully than before, put on a shirt, and chose the best garments that he could find.  All these had no doubt belonged to the proprietor, and he now went boldly out and followed the French column.  These met with very slight resistance on their road towards the Mosque of Gama El Ashar.  When they neared this spot they halted until the other columns should reach the point of attack.  Before they had left the square General Gonmartin had moved round from Boulak with ten guns and taken post on the height near Fort Dupres, and at mid-day thirty guns from this fort and the citadel opened fire on the town.  As it was known to the French that great numbers of the fugitives from the cemetery had fled to the mosque, where already a strong body of armed men were assembled, it was deemed imprudent to attack it until secure that there was no danger of a great mass of the insurgents falling upon them while so engaged.

Shells fell fast on the mosque, and fires broke out in several parts of the town.  Edgar joined a group of several civilians, who, having either been hidden during the massacre or having escaped to the French lines, now came up, deeming that they would be safer near the troops than elsewhere.  All had stories of hairbreadth escapes to relate, but, feigning not to be able to follow their narratives, Edgar, after a few words in Italian, joined the troops, who were engaged in eating the food that they had brought with them.

At three o’clock a tremendous roar of fire in the direction of Fort Dupres burst out, as some seven or eight thousand of the insurgents, among whom were a number of Arabs, poured out from the nearest gate to endeavour to carry the battery, while at the same moment a tremendous musketry fire from the minarets and roof of the Mosque of Hassan, and from the houses near the wall, was poured at the French artillerymen, to prevent them from working their guns upon their assailants.  Gonmartin, however, had with him three battalions of infantry and 300 cavalry, and with these he charged the advancing crowd.  The Arabs fought bravely, but were, for the most part, slain, and the insurgents, unable to stand the heavy volleys, followed by a bayonet charge of the infantry, fled back to the gate from which they had sallied out, 400 of them being taken prisoners and sent to the citadel.

A great number of the fugitives fled to the Mosque of Gama El Ashar, which was now crowded.  Their reports of the disaster shook the courage of those already there, and when four columns of French infantry emerged simultaneously from the ends of as many streets, the fire opened upon them from the roof of the mosque was but feeble.  Six guns were instantly placed commanding its gate, which was shattered after two or three rounds had been fired, and then, with a shout, the infantry rushed in and commenced the work of slaughter.  This was terrible, no quarter was given, and some 6000 Moslems perished there, while 2000 had been killed in the previous fighting.

Satisfied with this terrible act of vengeance, the French troops were marched back to the square they had left in the morning, Bonaparte being sure that there would be no more rioting after the terrible lesson that had been taught the inhabitants.  Late in the evening, indeed, the chief men waited upon him and implored mercy for the town.  Several of them had been members of the council who directed the movement, but they represented that they had been compelled to act against their will, and Napoleon, satisfied that there would be no more troubles, pardoned them on condition of their at once issuing a proclamation condemning the rioters, and ordering all to return to their ordinary avocations, and to hand over to the authorities any who should preach mischief.

After the capture of the mosque, Edgar went down to the great square occupied by the French, and gathered from the talk of the officers there the result of the sortie.  All agreed that the Arabs had fought bravely, and that few indeed had left the field alive.  Edgar made his way out of the town by the Boulak gate, which was still open, and found the two Arabs still at the spot where he had left them when he and Sidi rode off to meet the chief at the Pyramids.  They were full of excitement at the battle that had raged all day.

“I have bad news,” he said.  “I rode with the sheik and his son against the French.  My horse was killed, and I received a wound in the arm, but, as you see, I obtained a disguise, and have escaped without further harm.  You heard that there was a great fight outside the walls?”

“Yes, my lord.  Many men came running past here, and said that the French had beaten them.”

“I greatly fear,” Edgar went on, “that the sheik and his son took part in that fight.  Many Arabs went out with those who attacked the battery, and I think it almost certain that the sheik and his son were among them.  Most of the tribesmen were killed in the fight in which I was wounded.  The sheik would have joined his countrymen, knowing that there would be no mercy shown the Arabs taken in the town.  I hear that almost every one of those who rode out were killed, and I want you to come with me to search among the dead, for doubtless there are many wounded among them, and one or other may yet be alive.  There will be a bright moon, and we shall have no difficulty in recognizing them.  It will be necessary only to search among those in white.”

The two men were greatly moved at the thought of the fate of their chief, his son, and so many of their followers, and assented at once to his proposal.

“We must wait until it gets quite dark,” Edgar said.  “Have you any food, for I am faint with hunger and loss of blood?”

After he had finished his meal, the horses were handed over by the Arabs to the care of one of their neighbours, with whom they had made acquaintance.  The rough tent was pulled down in order that they might wrap the dark blankets over them to conceal their white clothing.

“You had better leave your pistols behind,” Edgar said, “but take your knives; we may come across some ruffians engaged in robbing the dead, and the knives may come in useful.  I hope that, as is most likely, the French have sent down parties from the forts to watch the gates, so as to prevent any of the leaders in the trouble from making their escape; but some plunderers may well have come across from Old Cairo, so it is as well to be armed.  Take your lances also, not for fighting, but to make a litter with, should we find either the chief or his son.”

The sun had set a short time before they started, but the moon would not rise for another hour, and they were unnoticed, or, at least, unquestioned as they went round towards Fort Dupres.  Indeed, they encountered no one on the way.  The din of battle had been succeeded by a dead silence, no sound was heard from the city, whose population were awe-stricken by the events of the day, and terrified by the expectation of further acts of vengeance by the French.  Those in the suburbs had heard but vague rumours of the fighting in the streets and of the massacre at the mosque, but they had learned from fugitives of the defeat of the great sortie, and knew that the insurrection had been completely crushed.  The moon was just rising when Edgar and his companions reached the spot between Fort Dupres and the city walls, where the fight had taken place.

The bodies lay thickly piled here at the spots where the struggle had been fiercest.  For a time they found none save those of the men of the city, but after two hours’ search they came upon a number of Arabs, whose white garments showed up clearly in the moonlight.  Lying among them were many bodies of French cavalrymen, showing that the Bedouins had sold their lives dearly.  Body after body was carefully examined, a few were found to be still living, and as the Arabs had, at Edgar’s orders, brought water-skins with them, they were able to give some little aid to these.  Presently they came to a spot where the bodies were more closely heaped than elsewhere and almost as many French as Arabs lay together.

“Now, search most carefully,” he whispered, “this is where the last stand was evidently made.”

The greatest caution was indeed necessary, for the fort lay a couple of hundred yards away, and the French sentries could be plainly made out against the sky-line as they marched backwards and forwards.  Presently one of the Arabs uttered a low exclamation.  Lying by the side of his dead horse, and surrounded by the bodies of five or six French cavalry-men, lay the sheik.  His white dress was dabbled with blood, one side of his face was laid open by a sabre cut, and four or five patches of blood at various points of his dress pointed to the existence of other wounds.  Edgar knelt beside him and placed his ear to his heart.

“Thank God, he still lives!” he exclaimed; “give me your water-skin; Hassan, lift his head.”  Edgar poured a little water between the sheik’s lips, sprinkled some on his face, and then, tearing off a strip of his garment, brought together the edges of the wound in the face, from which blood was still slowly oozing, laid a wad of rag along it, and then bound it tightly with the bandage.

“We must see to the other wounds after we have got him away,” he said.  “Now, Hassan, do you two bind one of those spare blankets to the shaft of the two spears, wind it round them until the sides are not more than three feet apart.”

While the men were doing this he continued to allow a few drops of water to trickle between the sheik’s lips.  When the stretcher was ready it was laid on the ground beside him; he was gently lifted on to it, the cloak strapped to his horse’s saddle was placed under his head, and the other spare blanket thrown over him.  Then the two Arabs lifted the ends of the spears on to their shoulders, and, led by Edgar, made their way from the scene of conflict.  When they had gone half a mile they laid the sheik down.

“Do you stay here, Ali; pour a little water between his lips occasionally.  Hassan and I will go back and look for Sidi.”

The sheik was lifted from the blanket, and Hassan, shouldering the litter, they returned at a rapid pace to the spot where they had found the sheik.  They had already made a hasty search here before leaving, but without success, and now examined with the greatest care the body of every Arab who had fallen near the spot, for Edgar made sure that, unless he had been previously stricken down, Sidi would have fallen near his father.  Again their hunt was unsuccessful.  Then they widened their circle until after three hours’ search they became convinced that he was not among those who had fallen on the field, that he had either been killed in the city, made prisoner, or escaped altogether.  When at last convinced that further search would be useless, they returned to the spot where they had left the sheik.

“He has opened his eyes,” Ali said, “and murmured two or three words, but I could not hear what he said.”

“There are hopes at any rate that he is not mortally wounded,” Edgar said.  “Now let us go on again with him; do you two each take one of the spears at his head, I will take my place at his feet; we shall get on faster so.”

Bearing down towards the river, they reached, after an hour’s fast walking, a grove of palm-trees near a village.

“We will leave him here,” Edgar said; “it must be five miles from the town.  The French will have enough to do to-day without searching for wounded.  Do you two stay with him.  If he becomes sensible and wants anything, here is some money, and one of you can get food from the village, but beyond some fresh fruit to make him a cooling drink with, he is not likely to need anything.  I shall return at once and enter the town by the Boulak gate as soon as it is open.  I heard in the town that there were three or four hundred prisoners taken, and that they were confined in the citadel, and would be tried in the morning.  The first thing to do is to find out if Sidi is among them, in which case I shall do all in my power to save him.  Pour a little water over my hands, Ali.  Wait a moment,” and he took up a double handful of the sandy soil, “now pour it on to this.  I must get rid of these blood-stains.”

After a vigorous rubbing with the wet sand his hands were, as far as he could see in the moonlight, clean, and with a few last words to the men, he started back for the city.  It was with difficulty that he made his way to the spot where the horses had been left.  It had been a terrible twenty-four hours, with their excitements and emotions, and he had lost a good deal of blood from the flesh wound in his arm.  The gray light was just stealing over the sky when he arrived there, and he threw himself down on a secluded spot a short distance from his old camping-ground, and slept for a couple of hours.  Waking, he went to the hut, by the side of which the horses were tethered.  He and Sidi had spoken several times to the man who lived there, and he possessed two donkeys which worked for hire in the city.

“You do not recognize me?” he said.

The man shook his head.

“I am one of the young Arabs who were staying in the little tent close by.  You see I am in disguise.  It was not safe to be in the city yesterday in Arab dress, nor is it to-day.”

“Of course I remember you now,” the man said.  “Where are those to whom the horses belong?”

“They are not likely to come here to-day.  A friend of theirs was wounded in the fight at Fort Dupres, and they have found him and carried him off.  I have been with them.  Tell me, is there any blood on my face?”

The man shook his head.

“Now I want you to go to one of the shops near the gate and get food for me.  It matters not what it is some kabobs, or a pillau, or anything they may have, and a large bowl of milk.  I am faint and weary.  Here is money.”

In a quarter of an hour the man returned, and Edgar, after eating a hearty breakfast and drinking a quart of milk, felt greatly better.

He now entered the town.  There were no signs of renewed fighting, and listening to the talk of the officers near the headquarters, he gathered that Bonaparte had granted a pardon to the inhabitants, but that the prisoners taken in the attack on Fort Dupres, among whom were many of those most deeply concerned in the rising, were to be tried at ten o’clock by court-martial, and that probably a great part of them would be shot.