Alas! they did little execution.

In their first contact with an opposing body, they certainly floored it but they became at once like so much Welsh-rabbit, and did no execution beyond the man whom they struck down.
"Hogree, pogree, wongree-fum (praise to Allah and the forty-nine Imaums!)" shouted out the ferocious Loll Mahommed when he saw the failure of my shot.

"Onward, sons of the Prophet! the infidel has no more ammunition.

A hundred thousand lakhs of rupees to the man who brings me Gahagan's head!" His men set up a shout, and rushed forward--he, to do him justice, was at the very head, urging on his own palanquin-bearers, and poking them with the tip of his scimitar.

They came panting up the hill: I was black with rage, but it was the cold, concentrated rage of despair.
"Macgillicuddy," said I, calling that faithful officer, "you know where the barrels of powder are ?" He did.