The two men with me fell at once.

I was unhurt, but as I turned my horse he fell dead, three bullets having pierced his chest.

Before I could recover my feet, the rascals were upon me.

They evidently intended to take me alive, for they were provided with ropes, and, binding my arms, hurried me back to the carriage.
"By the time we got there, all was over.

My faithful Eustace and the coachman lay dead by the side of the carriage.