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Then
followed
blow
upon
blow
,
that
were
,
in
turn
,
either
received
upon
the
shields
or
avoided
.
The
excitement
grew
intense
;
the
regiment
which
was
watching
the
encounter
forgot
its
discipline
,
and
,
drawing
near
,
shouted
and
groaned
at
every
stroke
.
Just
at
this
time
,
too
,
Good
,
who
had
been
laid
upon
the
ground
by
me
,
recovered
from
his
faint
,
and
,
sitting
up
,
perceived
what
was
going
on
.
In
an
instant
he
was
up
,
and
catching
hold
of
my
arm
,
hopped
about
from
place
to
place
on
one
leg
,
dragging
me
after
him
,
and
yelling
encouragements
to
Sir
Henry
--
"
Go
it
,
old
fellow
!
"
he
hallooed
.
"
That
was
a
good
one
!
Give
it
him
amidships
,
"
and
so
on
.
Presently
Sir
Henry
,
having
caught
a
fresh
stroke
upon
his
shield
,
hit
out
with
all
his
force
.
The
blow
cut
through
Twala
's
shield
and
through
the
tough
chain
armour
behind
it
,
gashing
him
in
the
shoulder
.
With
a
yell
of
pain
and
fury
Twala
returned
the
blow
with
interest
,
and
,
such
was
his
strength
,
shore
right
through
the
rhinoceros
'
horn
handle
of
his
antagonists
battle-axe
,
strengthened
as
it
was
with
bands
of
steel
,
wounding
Curtis
in
the
face
.
A
cry
of
dismay
rose
from
the
Buffaloes
as
our
hero
's
broad
axe-head
fell
to
the
ground
;
and
Twala
,
again
raising
his
weapon
,
flew
at
him
with
a
shout
.
I
shut
my
eyes
.
When
I
opened
them
again
it
was
to
see
Sir
Henry
's
shield
lying
on
the
ground
,
and
Sir
Henry
himself
with
his
great
arms
twined
round
Twala
's
middle
.
To
and
fro
they
swung
,
hugging
each
other
like
bears
,
straining
with
all
their
mighty
muscles
for
dear
life
,
and
dearer
honour
.
With
a
supreme
effort
Twala
swung
the
Englishman
clean
off
his
feet
,
and
down
they
came
together
,
rolling
over
and
over
on
the
lime
paving
,
Twala
striking
out
at
Curtis
'
head
with
the
battle-axe
,
and
Sir
Henry
trying
to
drive
the
tolla
he
had
drawn
from
his
belt
through
Twala
's
armour
.
It
was
a
mighty
struggle
,
and
an
awful
thing
to
see
.
"
Get
his
axe
!
"
yelled
Good
;
and
perhaps
our
champion
heard
him
.
At
any
rate
,
dropping
the
tolla
,
he
snatched
at
the
axe
,
which
was
fastened
to
Twala
's
wrist
by
a
strip
of
buffalo
hide
,
and
still
rolling
over
and
over
,
they
fought
for
it
like
wild
cats
,
drawing
their
breath
in
heavy
gasps
.
Suddenly
the
hide
string
burst
,
and
then
,
with
a
great
effort
,
Sir
Henry
freed
himself
,
the
weapon
remaining
in
his
hand
.
Another
second
and
he
was
upon
his
feet
,
the
red
blood
streaming
from
the
wound
in
his
face
,
and
so
was
Twala
.
Drawing
the
heavy
tolla
from
his
belt
,
he
reeled
straight
at
Curtis
and
struck
him
in
the
breast
.
The
stab
came
home
true
and
strong
,
but
whoever
it
was
who
made
that
chain
armour
,
he
understood
his
art
,
for
it
withstood
the
steel
.
Again
Twala
struck
out
with
a
savage
yell
,
and
again
the
sharp
knife
rebounded
,
and
Sir
Henry
went
staggering
back
.
Once
more
Twala
came
on
,
and
as
he
came
our
great
Englishman
gathered
himself
together
,
and
swinging
the
big
axe
round
his
head
with
both
hands
,
hit
at
him
with
all
his
force
.
There
was
a
shriek
of
excitement
from
a
thousand
throats
,
and
,
behold
!
Twala
's
head
seemed
to
spring
from
his
shoulders
:
then
it
fell
and
came
rolling
and
bounding
along
the
ground
towards
Ignosi
,
stopping
just
as
his
feet
.
For
a
second
the
corpse
stood
upright
;
then
with
a
dull
crash
it
came
to
the
earth
,
and
the
gold
torque
from
its
neck
rolled
away
across
the
pavement
.
As
it
did
so
Sir
Henry
,
overpowered
by
faintness
and
loss
of
blood
,
fell
heavily
across
the
body
of
the
dead
king
.
