In an instant he was up, and catching hold of my arm, hopped about from place to place on one leg, dragging me after him, and yelling encouragements to Sir Henry-- "Go it, old fellow!" he hallooed.

"That was a good one! Give it him amidships," and so on.
Presently Sir Henry, having caught a fresh stroke upon his shield, hit out with all his force.

The blow cut through Twala's shield and through the tough chain armour behind it, gashing him in the shoulder.

With a yell of pain and fury Twala returned the blow with interest, and, such was his strength, shore right through the rhinoceros' horn handle of his antagonists battle-axe, strengthened as it was with bands of steel, wounding Curtis in the face.
A cry of dismay rose from the Buffaloes as our hero's broad axe-head fell to the ground; and Twala, again raising his weapon, flew at him with a shout.

I shut my eyes.