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232 of one before him, eluded a second, and dashed for freedom. But the attempt was hopeless from the first. Before him lay morass and stagnant pools, and even had he  reached the swamp, he would have been soon  recaptured. As it was, he was overtaken before he had gained it and found himself writhing, striking, even kicking with moccasined feet, in the grasp of many angry foes. And so, although he struck some lusty blows, he was speedily subdued, and lay, panting  and glaring, on the ground while thongs were  passed about his wrists and ankles and drawn  cruelly tight. Then he was borne to the tree and held on his feet while, with his back  against the twisted trunk, other ropes and  thongs made him fast to it. His wrists were unbound and his arms drawn back around  the tree and then secured again, which  brought him into an attitude of much pain. When the last knot was tied, the Indians drew back and inspected him with grunts of  satisfaction and smiles of cruel pleasure, and  one whose bleeding lips proclaimed him as  the recipient of David’s blow stepped forward and struck him brutally in the face. The boy, seeing the savage’s intention, jerked his head aside and the blow landed on the