I wrenched at the sword, but it would not come, and I dropped it and galloped after Sapt, whom I now saw about twenty yards ahead.

I waved my hand in farewell, and dropped it a second later with a yell, for a bullet had grazed my finger and I felt the blood.

Old Sapt turned round in the saddle.

Someone fired again, but they had no rifles, and we were out of range.

Sapt fell to laughing.
"That's one to me and two to you, with decent luck," said he.