The Germans probably believed us ten times as many as we truly were, for that one setback checked their advance along the whole line.
Colonel Kirby led us, but I speak of Ranjoor Singh.

I never once saw Colonel Kirby until the fight was over and we were back again resting our horses behind the trees while the roll was called.
Throughout the fight--and I have no idea whatever how long it lasted--I kept an eye on Ranjoor Singh and spurred in his wake, obeying the least motion of his saber.

No, sahib, I myself did not slay many men.

It is the business of a non-commissioned man like me to help his officers keep control, and I did what I might.

I was nearly killed by a wounded German officer who seized my bridle-rein; but a trooper's lance took him in the throat and I rode on untouched.