'Might as well get this over with, then,' Jack muttered, and gave his Turkish steed some vigorous heel-digs, and galloped forward. One of the Turks was just raising his saber to strike down the last of the tent-wearing women. And he would've done just that, except that this woman suddenly darted away (as much as a person in such a garment could dart), forcing a postponement of the attack. He shuffled forward – directly into the path of Jack and Jack's horse. They simply rode the Turk down. It was clear that the horse was well-trained in this maneuver – Jack made a mental note to treat the animal kindly.