Mort de Dieu! it was a magnificent sight! He was gashed here and gashed there; but they could never unseat him, try how they would; and one after another he caught them sooner or later, and sent them reeling out of their saddles, till there was a great red lake of blood all round him, and five of them lay dead or dying down in the sand.

He had mounted afresh twice, three horses had been killed underneath him, and his jacket all hung in strips where the steel had slashed it.

It was grand to see, and did one's heart good; but--ventre bleu!--how one longed to go in too.
"There was only one left now--a young Arab, the Sheik's son, and down he came like the wind.

He thought with the shock to unhorse Rire-pour-tout, and finish him then at his leisure.

You could hear the crash as they met, like two huge cymbals smashing together.