Utterly unused to this mode of fighting, the gipsies fell back.

Still the fatal arrows pursued them, and ere they were out of range three others fell.
Now the rage of battle burned in Felix; his eyes gleamed, his lips were open, his nostrils wide like a horse running a race.

He shouted to the spearmen to follow him, and snatching up his quiver ran forward.
Gathered together in a group, the gipsy band consulted.
Felix ran at full speed; swift of foot, he left the heavy spearmen behind.

Alone he approached the horsemen; all the Aquila courage was up within him.

He kept the higher ground as he ran, and stopped suddenly on a little knoll or tumulus.