The clay floor was wet and slippery; his feet were hardly in motion before they slipped from under him and he fell headlong.
With loud yells of triumph the band jumped upon him.

There was a convulsive, heaving motion of the struggling mass, one frightful cry of agony, and then hoarse commands.

Three of the braves ran to their packs, from which they took cords of buckskin.

So exceedingly powerful was the hunter that six Indians were required to hold him while the others tied his hands and feet.

Then, with grunts and chuckles of satisfaction, they threw him into a corner of the cabin.
Two of the braves had been hurt in the brief struggle, one having a badly wrenched shoulder and the other a broken arm.