His arms and legs were raw from the biting of the thongs; his body ached from the effect of blows and kicks laid upon him while bound and helpless.

Perhaps he was not a very emotional man.

At all events there was no sudden recognition of the favor he was receiving.

And this pleased Long-Hair, for the taste of the American Indian delights in immobility of countenance and reserve of feeling under great strain.
"Wait here a little while," Long-Hair presently said, and without lingering for reply, turned away and disappeared in the wood.

Beverley was free to run if he wished to, and the thought did surge across his mind; but a restraining something, like a hand laid upon him, would not let his limbs move.