Our party deployed to right and left to answer--always boasting afterward of having killed at least a dozen men.

I added up their figures on the fly-leaf of the pocket Bible, and the total came to two hundred and eighteen of the enemy shot dead and forever damned! I believe Anazeh actually did kill one of our pursuers.
By the time the moon disappeared we had come too close to Anazeh's country to make pursuit particularly safe.

Who they were who pursued us, hauled off.

We reached the launch, secure in its cove between the rocks, a few minutes after dawn.

Anazeh ordered his six wounded men into it, with perfect assurance that the British doctors would take care of them and let them go unquestioned.
When Grim had finished talking with Anazeh I went up to thank the old fellow for my escort, and he acknowledged the courtesy with a bow that would have graced the court of Solomon.
"Give the old bird a present, if you've got one," Grim whispered.
So I gave him my watch and chain, and he accepted them with the same calm dignity.
"Now he's your friend for life!" said Grim.