"It was like that, except that I only had one blow, and there was an end of it. I was drawing my knife when it came--how, I know not. My knife flew from my hand--there was a flash of fire from my eyes, and I was on the ground, and thought it best to lie there, lest that accursed young Arab should take it into his head to sheathe my knife in my body. The next time we will give the young fellow no chance to try those strange tricks upon us."