“With half-a-dozen of the lads. Robson has them in one of the wagons, out of the sunshine.”
“I must go to him.”
“You can’t now. If you can move you must help with the men.”
“I will directly; but you said the Wazir cut Hanson down?”
“Yes—the last man he’ll hurt. He had just struck you off your horse when Hanson, who was serving a gun, went at him and got the cut meant to finish you; but he ran the Wazir through first, and saved your life.”
“But he ran the Wazir through first, and saved your life.”
Dick got quite up on his feet now, and stood holding on by his friend, both mentally and bodily stunned.
But by degrees he came round, and, when a few minutes later Hulton rode up, he was ready to mount once more, Wyatt having managed to drive out a great dint from his friend’s helmet by thrusting with his knee and delivering a few blows with the pommel of his sword.