No living creature could have looked away! Below, entirely unconscious of the coming shock, the mounted sepoys waited behind Jaimihr in four long, straight lines.

Jaimihr himself, with a heavy-hilted cimeter held upward at the "carry," was about four charger lengths beyond the iron screen, ready to spur through.

Close by him were a dozen, waiting to ram a big beam in and hold up the gate when it had opened.

And, full-tilt down the gorge, flash-tipped like a thunderbolt, gray-turbaned, reckless, whirling death ripped down on them.
They caught sound of the hammering hoofs too late.

Two gongs boomed in the rock.