Twenty-two of the fifty had already gone.

The rest fired their rifles as they galloped.

But now, to David's relief, his own forces, which should have moved half an hour before, were coming swiftly down to cut off the approach of Ali Wad Hei's infantry, and he turned his horse upon the position where a handful of men were still emptying the saddles of the impetuous enemy.
But now all that were left of the fifty were upon the trenches.

Then came the flash of swords, puffs of smoke, the thrust of lances, and figures falling from the screaming, rearing horses.
Lacey's pistol was in his hand, David's sword was gripped tight, as they rushed upon the melee.

Lacey's pistol snapped, and an Arab fell; again, and another swayed in his saddle.