He lay on his back panting and utterly exhausted, while Beverley still kept up the unequal fight.
Long-Hair sprang in at the last moment to make doubly certain the securing of his most important captive.

He flung his long and powerful arms around Beverley from behind and made a great effort to throw him upon the ground.

The young man, feeling this fresh and vigorous clasp, turned himself about to put forth one more mighty spurt of power.

He lifted the stalwart Indian bodily and dashed him headlong against the buttressed root of a tree half a rod distant, breaking the smaller bone of his left fore-arm and well-nigh knocking him senseless.
It was a fine exhibition of manly strength; but there could be nothing gained by it.

A blow on the back of his head the next instant stretched Beverley face downward and unconscious on the ground.