I will take the others." Steadily the four pistols were fired.

As the Arabs rode up, two of them fell, and another was wounded.

Dismayed at the loss of so many of their number, the three survivors rode off at full speed.
"Are you hurt, Zaki ?" "A spear grazed my cheek, my lord; that is all.

It was my own fault.

I kept my last barrel too long.