Henryk Sienkiewicz,
In Desert and Wilderness — Chapter 13
(1917)
“ Idris thought the same. When he collected himself he ran to Stas, with face ashen from terror, and, kneeling at his feet, began to repeat in a voice out of breath: "Sir, I was kind to you! I was kind to the little 'bint'! Remember that!" Stas mechanically extracted the cartridges from the barrels and gazed. The riders drove horses and camels at the fullest speed, shouting from joy and flinging upwards their long Arabian rifles, which they caught while in full gallop with extraordinary dexterity. In the bright transparent air they could be seen perfectly. ”
