36 HorsemenGemellus regained consciousness to feel his head and body wet and cold. The night wind had dropped and now rain was falling again over the bleak countryside.
He shook his head and sat up. When he leaned on his right arm, forgetting his wound, it collapsed under his weight and he fell again. It hurt horribly in the darkness and he could not see it.
He would have lain there for a long time, wondering about his arm, and the strange gnawing pain that seemed to run up and down his side, but his ears suddenly caught a sound which filled him with fear once more. It was a steady, fast drumming, incredibly strong, that seemed to come up through the earth to his ears.
Then he knew what it was; it was horses, cavalry . . . and it was coming nearer rapidly, so rapidly that he became afra
