I was riding a handy, sure-footed grey Arab polo pony. We wheeled and began to gallop . . . Bright flags appeared as if by magic, and I saw arriving from nowhere Emirs on horseback . . . The Dervishes appeared to be ten or twelve deep at the thickest, a great grey mass gleaming with steel. They seemed to be wild with excitement, dancing about on their feet, shaking their spears up and down . . . I found myself surrounded. I fired . . . Three or four men from my...
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