They were the traitors Daulch, Hattin and Aubek.
Grim's pistol was in his right hand and had been used.
There had been a first-class fight, all over in two minutes; for the traitors hadn't arrived on the scene without assistants.

Unfortunately for them, Hadad had turned up at the same moment with his loyalists.
Narayan Singh had jumped from the car behind and seized Feisul, thrown him to the floor out of the path of bullets, and tied his arms.

It was actually Mabel, hardly realizing what she was doing but obeying the Sikh's orders yelled in her ear as he struggled to keep his wiry prisoner down, who tied the king's feet, using her Arab girdle.
Feisul, of course, was all for dying at the head of a remnant of his men.

That would be the first impulse of any decent leader in like circumstance.

But his loyal friends, eager to die with him if they must, but unwilling to die at all if there were an alternative, were overwhelming him with streams of words and promises.