"They were being attacked from all sides. everything seemed hopeless. There seemed to he no language in which they could communicate to their adversaries. to beseech them for mercy. At a crucial moment a natural leader emerged. His horse was dry and cool when all others were frothing and bleeding, his leather clothes dusty and worn. His lace was keen and firm, lightly lined and weather beaten. The must remarkable thing about him was his eyes; half shut against the wind blown dust and the noise of guns. The pupils seemed hidden and colourless, dilated so much by the brilliance of the sand-reflected sun they appeared like needle points." (in part)