It missed the chief, but pierced the horse he rode just in front of the rider's thigh.

The maddened horse reared and fell backwards on his rider.
The spearmen shouted.

Before the sound could leave their lips another arrow had sped; a gipsy threw up his arms with a shriek; the arrow had gone through his body.

A third, a fourth, a fifth--six gipsies rolled on the sward.

Shout upon shout rent the air from the spearmen.