I shot them both with a right and left, for fortunately my rifle was just reloaded.

He rose once more and killed a third man.

Stephen came to his support and grappling with an Arab, dashed his head against the gate-post so that he fell.

Old Bausi, panting like a grampus, plunged in with his remaining Mazitu and the combatants became so confused in the dark gloom of the overhanging smoke that I could scarcely tell one from the other.

Yet the maddened Arabs were winning, as they must, for how could our small and ever-lessening company stand against their rush?
We were in a little circle now of which somehow I found myself the centre, and they were attacking us on all sides.