An instant later, near the same spot, Armitage, with better luck clearing the wall, was borne on through the confused line.

When he flung himself down and ran back Claiborne had not yet appeared.
Oscar had crashed through at a point held by Durand, who was struck down by the horse's forefeet.

He lay howling with pain, with the hind quarters of the prostrate beast across his legs.

Armitage, running back toward the wall, kicked the revolver from his hand and left him.

Zmai had started to run as Oscar gained the wall and Chauvenet's curses did not halt the Servian when he found Oscar at his heels.
Chauvenet stood impassively by the wall, his revolver raised and covering Armitage, who walked slowly and doggedly toward him.