The Federal's pistol slid into its holster and his sabre flashed out.
My sabre and gun I placed in a corner, my pistols I laid on the table.
He waves his sabre, shouts, and hurls himself forward with his eyes shut.
He rose to his full height, standing before her with both hands on his sabre.
A man on horseback, with a sabre at his side, was in the midst of them.