A man fell, another shrieked and stumbled, the rest gave back.

Only the horse came on spectrally, with hanging head and shining eyeballs, until a man ran out and seized its head, and dragged it, more by his strength than its own, over the drawbridge.

After it Badelon, with a gaping wound in his knee, and Bigot, bleeding from a dozen hurts, walked over the bridge, and stood on either side of the saddle, smiling foolishly at the man on the horse.
"Leave me!" he muttered.

"Leave me!" He made a feeble movement with his hand, as if it held a weapon; then his head sank lower.

It was Count Hannibal.