I watched them with a kind of idle curiosity, believing that the moment when they came within actual spear-thrust would be our last, but, as I have said, not greatly caring because of my mental and physical exhaustion.
I had already closed my eyes that I might not see the flash of the falling steel, when an exclamation from Hans caused me to open them again.

Following the line of the knife with which he pointed, I perceived a troop of men on camels emerging from the gates of the village at full speed.

In front of these, his white garments fluttering on the wind, rode a bearded and dignified person in whom I recognized Harut, Harut himself, waving a spear and shouting as he came.

Our assailants heard and saw him also, then flung down their weapons as though in dismay either at his appearance or his words, which I could not catch.

Harut guided his rushing camel straight at the man who I presume was their leader, and struck at him with his spear, as though in fury, wounding him in the shoulder and causing him to fall to the ground.