The cry that came to Gordon was: "Nigger-driver! Nigger-driver!" Sometimes Fortune, Chance, or whatever may be the deity of fortuitous occurrence, places our weapons right to hand.

What would David have done had there not been a stony brook between him and Goliath that day?
Just as Gordon with burning face turned to defy his deriders, a pile of small stones lay at his feet.

It looked like Providence.

He could not row a boat, but he could fling a stone like young David.

In a moment he was sending stones up the hill with such rapidity that the group above him were thrown into confusion.
Then Gordon fell into an error of more noted generals.