Six fell; the rest returned.

The shepherds came running; Felix ordered them to charge the gipsies.

His success gave him authority; they obeyed; and as they charged, he shot nine more arrows; nine more deadly wounds.

Suddenly the gipsy band turned and fled into the brushwood on the lower slopes.
Breathless, Felix sat down on the knoll, and the spearmen swarmed around him.

Hardly had they begun to speak to him than there was a shout, and they saw a body of shepherds descending the hill.