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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.
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Talbot Mundy Mohammed's Tooth — Chapter 11 (1923)

I told Grim to sit down and think, for I had enough to keep me occupied.
Narayan Singh mopped up the blood on my neck and poured into my ear the abstract of along experience.
“You should have slain him, sahib! Never mind. Slay him the next time. That cut you gave him is nothing much. Now he will be like a wolf at bay. Beware of him! He is cunning. He will seek to regain the admiration of his men! Stick to the point, sahib! Put the sun in his eyes, and keep him at a distance!
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Talbot Mundy Mohammed's Tooth — Chapter 11 (1923)

However, Grim, who came to my corner with Narayan Singh to staunch the blood flowing from my neck, brought bad news—worst imaginable.
“The Tooth's gone!” he said. “Akbar bin Mahommed stole it from the pocket in my sleeve! He has sneaked off to the hills. You've got to win now, Rammy, old top! If he sneaks round and shows that Tooth to the Pathans before you've licked your man, we're done for anyhow!”
There comes a time when the best of us succumb to nerves, and the mark of a good man then is the speed with which he regains self-command.
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