He could not move any part of himself, save his lips, and these mechanically put forth the wheezing supplication.
Beverley and Kenton, being young and powerful, were not so easily mastered.

For a while, indeed, they appeared to be more than holding their own.

They time and time again scattered the entire crowd by the violence of their muscular efforts; and after it had finally closed in upon them in a solid body they swayed and swung it back and forth and round and round until the writhing, savage mass looked as if caught in the vortex of a whirlwind.

But such tremendous exertion could not last long.

Eight to one made too great a difference between the contending parties, and the only possible conclusion of the struggle soon came.
Seized upon by desperate, clinging, wolf-like assailants, the white men felt their arms, legs and bodies weighted down and their strength fast going.
Kenton fell next after Oncle Jazon, and was soon tightly bound with rawhide thongs.