Seeing us coming, the Kukuana gave one final and most vicious dig, and with a shout of "Take that, wizard!" bolted away.

Good did not move, and we concluded that our poor comrade was done for.

Sadly we came towards him, and were astonished to find him pale and faint indeed, but with a serene smile upon his face, and his eyeglass still fixed in his eye.
"Capital armour this," he murmured, on catching sight of our faces bending over him.

"How sold that beggar must have been," and then he fainted.

On examination we discovered that he had been seriously wounded in the leg by a _tolla_ in the course of the pursuit, but that the chain armour had prevented his last assailant's spear from doing anything more than bruise him badly.