An' hell 'll be to pay in th' wilderness if he ain't tied.

Better fix him quick." The big fellow already showed signs of returning consciousness, and, by the time they had tied his arms, he was able to struggle to his feet.

For a moment he looked dizzily around, his eyes turning from one evil, triumphant face to another, until they rested upon the bleeding countenance of his old friend.

The shepherd's eyes smiled back a message of cheer, and the kind old man tried to speak, when Wash Gibbs made another threatening motion, with his clenched fist.
At this, a cry like the roar of a mad bull came from the young giant.

In his rage, he seemed suddenly endowed with almost superhuman strength.