Rrisa was not half a second behind him.

Then came all the others (save only that still figure on the buffed metals), a deluge of leaping, diving men.
The surf suddenly became full of heads and shoulders, vigorous arms, fighting beachward.

Strong swimmers every one, the Legion battled its way ashore, out from under _Nissr's_ vast-spreading bulk, out from under her forward floats.

Not one Legionary but thrilled with the killing-lust, the eager spur of vengeance for Kloof, first victim of the Beni Harb's attack.
Along the dune, perhaps five hundred yards back of the beach, very many heads now appeared.

The Arabs well knew themselves safe from attack, so long as these hated white swine of _Ajam_[1] were in the breakers.