Plead for them.

They know who I am.

They know I come from the hills and they think I'm a bloodthirsty devil.

They're like a lot of cattle.
Most of them are simple, honest, God-fearing people,--and if we handle them properly now we'll not have much trouble with them in the future.
And only the Good Lord knows what the future is going to bring." So the three of them argued, two against one.

Finally Percival threw up his hands in a gesture of complete surrender.
"All right, Captain.