Talbot Mundy, Mohammed's Tooth — Chapter 11 (1923)
“ A swordman should be an enigma. I could see he was puzzled because I did not complain about the sun in my eyes, or make any fuss, but stood on guard in silence, waiting for him. The only sound from my side was the voice of Narayan Singh:“Keep the hand low, sahib! Let the blows glance! Point!”Then Kangra Khan came on like a whirling dervish, swinging at me as if my head were meat on a butcher's block. I sidestepped him, and he had to check his swing midway to guard my lunge, that even so laid one of his rib-bones open. ”
