I heard the Doctor's voice, above all the infernal din, crying "Viva! Swords, my boys; take your swords!" I heard two pistol shots, and then, with deadly wrath in my heart, I charged at a crowd of them, who were huddled together, throwing their spears wildly, and laid about me with my cutlass like a madman.
I saw them scrambling up over the rocks in wild confusion; then I heard the Doctor calling me to come on.

He had reined up, and a few of the discomfited savages were throwing spears at him from a long distance.
When he saw me turn to come, he turned also, and rode after James, who was two hundred yards ahead, reeling in his saddle like a drunken man, grinding his teeth, and making fierce clutches at a spear which was buried deep in his side, and which at last he succeeded in tearing out.
He went a few yards further, and then fell off his horse on the ground.
We were both off in a moment, but when I got his head on my lap, I saw he was dying.

The Doctor looked at the wound, and shook his head.

I took his right hand in mine, and the other I held upon his true and faithful heart, until I felt it flutter, and stop for ever.
Then I broke down altogether.

"Oh! good old friend! Oh! dear old friend, could you not wait for me?
Shall I never see you again ?" Yes! I think that I shall see him again.