He dropped bleeding in the dust at the second that Alwa and Mahommed Gunga each saw an opportunity and rushed in, to rein back face to face, grinning in each other's faces, their horses' breasts pressed tight against the charger that Jaimihr rode.

The horse screamed as the shock crushed the wind out of him.
"You robbed me of my man, sahib, by about a sabre's breadth!" laughed Alwa.
"And you left your squadron leaderless without my permission!" answered Cunningham.

"You too! Mahommed Gunga!" "But, sahib!" "Do you prefer to argue or obey ?" Mahommed Gunga flushed and rode back.

Alwa grinned and started after him.

Cunningham, without another glance at the dead Prince, rode up to Rosemary McClean, who was picking herself up and looking bewildered; she had watched the duel in speechless silence, lying full length in the dust, and she still could not speak when he reached her.
"Put your foot on mine," he said reassuringly; "then swing yourself up behind me if you can.