The dragoon had dropped his sword, and was unarmed, while the other was pressing him so close that he could not get a weapon.
At last, stung maybe by our hooting, he made up his mind to chance it.
His eye fell on a lance beside a dead Frenchman, so he swerved his horse to let the other pass, and hopping off cleverly enough, he gripped hold of it.

But the other was too tricky for him, and was on him like a shot.

The dragoon thrust up with the lance, but the other turned it, and sliced him through the shoulder-blade.

It was all done in an instant, and the Frenchman cantering his horse up the brae, showing his teeth at us over his shoulder like a snarling dog.
That was one to them, but we scored one for us presently.

They had pushed forward a skirmish line, whose fire was towards the batteries on our right and left rather than on us; but we sent out two companies of the 95th to keep them in check.