Once in a lifetime.

Once is enough!--HIRA SINGH.
Well, sahib, our journey was not nearly at an end, but my tale is; I can finish it by sundown.

After that fight there was no more doubt of us; we were one again--one in our faith in our leader, and with men so minded such a man as Ranjoor Singh can make miracles seem like details of a day's work.
Turks who had been bayoneted and Turks slain by hailstones lay all about us, and we should have been dead, too, only that the hail was in our backs.

As it was, ten of our men lay killed and more than thirty stunned, some of whom did not recover.

Our little Greek doctor announced himself too badly injured to help any one, but when Ranjoor Singh began to choose a firing party for him, he changed his mind.
The four living donkeys were too bruised by the hail to bear a load, but the Turks had had some mules with them and we loaded our dead and wounded on those, gathered up the plunder, told off four troopers to each chest of gold, and dragged ourselves away.