But he could not find one, and he was in no state to use it if he had.

He reeled helplessly to the bank and leaned against it.

The man I had wounded was in scarcely better condition.

He retreated before me, but in a moment, losing courage, let drop his sword, and, wheeling round, cantered off, clinging to his pommel.

There remained only the fellow engaged with my man, and I turned to see how they were getting on.