When at length he shook the hive off, the furious swarm poured out upon the air, dealing vengeance.

The soldiers, whose red coats attracted them at once, fled this way and that, howling with pain, pursued now by the bees and now chased into circles by the lashing heels of the grey horse.

The poor brute was stung by degrees into a frenzy.

With a wild leap, in which his four legs seemed to meet under his belly, he pitched his master clean over the crupper and, as a wind through chaff, swept through the people at a gallop and off along the road towards the town.
"Phew!" whistled Captain John Barker: and stepping quickly to the prostrate officer he whipped the unhappy gentleman's sword from its sheath and handed it to Tristram.
"We'd best get out of this." "That's not easy.

There's a score of soldiers between us and the gate; and the sergeant looks like mischief." "Bless my soul, what a face I've put on that young man!" The officer, who had been stunned for a moment by his fall, was soon recalled to life by the pain of the stings.