And scoffed at the cowards who dared not obey him.

His foot in the stirrups, he hearkened to no man,

Sank spurs to their rowels, and charged through the foeman.

He scattered them fiercely, and, ere they could rally,

Away like an arrow he shot through the valley.

He broke through the circle created to bound him;

The bullets they showered fell harmlessly round him.

When fair in the saddle, he never was idle;

He rode through the darkness, and kept a loose bridle.

On, on through the darkness, till daylight was o’er him,