There is not one man among them but has couched a lance or swung a sabre in some force or other ?" "Good.

Have they all got lances ?" "All the front-rank men are armed with lance and sabre--the rear ranks have sabres only." "Good." After two hours of steady cantering the going changed and became a quick succession of ever-deepening gorges cleft in sandstone.

Far away in the distance to the left there rose a glow that showed where Howrah City kept uneasy vigil, doubtless with watch-fires at every street corner.

It looked almost as though the distant city were in flames.
Ahead of them lay the gloom of hell mouth and the silence of the space beyond the stars.
It was with that strange, unclassified, unnamed sixth sense that soldiers, savages, and certain hunters have that Cunningham became aware of life ahead of him--massed, strong-breathing, ready--waiting life, spring-bent in the quivering blackness.

A little farther, and he caught the ring of a curb-chain.