Arthur Conan Doyle,
Songs of Action — Corporal Dick's Promotion
(1898)
“ Is the foal of death and of danger. A spurt of fire, a gasp of pain, A blueish blurr on the yellow plain, The chief was down, and his bridle rein Was in the grip of the stranger.With the light of hope on his rugged face, The Corporal sprang to the dead man's place, One prick with the steel, one thrust with the heel, And where was the man to outride him? ”
