Presently I found myself mixed up with the remnants of the square, which had formed round its leader Good, and was fighting desperately for existence.
I stumbled against somebody, and glancing down, caught sight of Good's eyeglass.

He had been beaten to his knee.

Over him was a great fellow swinging a heavy sword.

Somehow I managed to run the man through with the sime I had taken from the Masai whose hand I had cut off; but as I did so, he dealt me a frightful blow on the left side and breast with the sword, and though my chain shirt saved my life, I felt that I was badly hurt.

For a minute I fell on to my hands and knees among the dead and dying, and turned sick and faint.