Soon he would be spent, and they would not fail to take a very full advantage of it.
Hitherto his mind had been taken up with the battle only, and if he had thought of retreating, it was but to the end that he might gain a position of some vantage.

Now, conscious of his growing fatigue, his thoughts turned them at last to the consideration of flight.

Was there no way out of it?
Must he kill every man in Condillac before he could hope to escape?
Whimsically, and almost mechanically, he set himself, in his mind, to count the men.

There were twenty mercenaries all told, excluding Fortunio and himself.

On Arsenio he might rely not to attack him, perhaps even to come to his assistance at the finish.