The third time he made this round General Hatry honored him with a fusillade.

He disappeared in the flame and smoke, and Roland saw him go down, he and his horse, as if annihilated.

Ten or a dozen Republicans sprang from the ranks and met as many Chouans; the struggle was terrible, hand to hand, body to body, but the Chouans, with their knives, were sure of the advantage.
Suddenly Cadoudal appeared, erect, a pistol in each hand; it was the death of two men; two men fell.

Then through the gap left by these ten or twelve he flung himself forward with thirty men.

He had picked up an army musket, and, using it like a club, he brought down a man with each blow.