My word! didn't it wake him up.

He said something strong, and the next second flew at the half-breed like a tiger, landing him a beauty straight upon the nose.

Back staggered Hassan, drawing his knife as he did so, but Stephen's left in the eye caused him to drop it, as he dropped himself.
I pounced upon the knife, and since it was too late to interfere, for the mischief had been done, let things take their course and held back the Zulus who had rushed up at the noise.
Hassan rose and, to do him credit, came on like a man, head down.

His great skull caught Stephen, who was the lighter of the two, in the chest and knocked him over, but before the Arab could follow up the advantage, he was on his feet again.

Then ensued a really glorious mill.