Jack Harkaway had already had two horses killed under him.
He was disfigured by blood and smoke, and dizzy with weariness and excitement, but he still fought like a lion, for it was for life.
The task of breaking through the Turkish ranks was a terrible one.
Many Arabs fell dead in the desperate attempt.
As fast as the gaps were made in the ranks of the enemy, they were filled up by fresh men.
The horses trampled upon the weary limbs of the wounded.
Into this wild mêlée Jack plunged, closely followed by his friend Harry.
Our hero struck down a gigantic Turk, fired a revolver into the face of another, and gave a cut right and left with his sword.
Taking advantage of the passage thus made, the other Englishmen rapidly followed their leader.
Thyra was led by the waiter and the diver, while Mole and Figgins mutually assisted each other.