One fellow went down, but at the same moment I got a clip across my wrist with a knife, and down went the pistol.

Then I got a slice across the head, and another on the shoulder, and down I went.

Two of them threw themselves on me, and I shammed dead, knowing that if I moved it was all over with me.

One of them shoved his hand in my trousers pockets, and the other tore my shirt open.

I heard a sudden row, a blow, and the fall of a body; then one of them came tumbling down on the top of us and knocked the two fellows over, then they jumped up, and I heard your pistol crack twice and two falls, and as I got up on to my feet to lend a hand I saw one of the fellows bolting down the street, running off in another direction.