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had been no time to cry out, so quickly had he been overcome, and now the  opportunity was past. A twisted cloth was thrust into his mouth and tied behind his  head ere he could bring his astonished muscles to obey him. Then, although he heaved and fought, his efforts were vain. Three snarling, painted faces bent over him, a  knife poised itself above his heart, and in  a trice his arms were pinioned securely. Surprise had given place to wrath, and David panted and mouthed and kicked, glaring  back at his captors madly. He was angry with himself as well as with them, mortified  to think that he should have so easily fallen  into their trap. Tears threatened his eyes and he had difficulty keeping them back. When they had him secure, leaving, however, his feet free, they lifted him up, and the one who had greeted him from the  thicket spoke.

“You come, we no hurt. You no come, we kill.” He pressed the point of his knife