text:  There was the crack of the four rifles then a crashing noise amongst the branches and the clatter of hoofs succeeded by cries of _Sacre!_ and Damn ye! and _Diabolo!_ and _San Jago!_ The six pitch-pans lay smoking and flaring on the ground; the Creole and I had sprung on one side the negroes had thrown themselves on their faces in great terror and the two Dons lay beside them overthrown by the rush of one of the stags