Rough weapons they were, cut from boughs of scrub-oak, knotty and tough as horn.

Long-Hair unbound Beverley and stripped his clothes from his body down to the waist.

Then the lines formed, the Indians in each row standing about as far apart as the width of the space in which the prisoner was to run.

This arrangement gave them free use of their sticks and plenty of room for full swing of their lithe bodies.
In removing Beverley's clothes Long-Hair found Alice's locket hanging over the young man's heart.

He tore it rudely off and grunted, glaring viciously, first at it, then at Beverley.