So I found myself in that gate, the mad horses and the savages before me, and my friends at my back, with only my arm to hold the post.
I had my musket and my two pistols--three shots, for there would be no time to reload.

A yellow shadow slipped below a horse's belly, and there came the cry of an animal's agony.

Then another and another, and yet more.

But no one came near me in the gateway.

I could not see anything to shoot at--only lithe shades and mottled shadows, for the torch lay on the wet ground, and was sputtering to its end.