"Keep him covered, Cap," he said, and, going to his horse, he loosened the long lariat.
"_Arriba_, Juan," he said quietly.

"Get up." He kicked at the Mexican with his foot as he lay, and stirred him into action.

"Get up, Juan," he repeated, and the giant obeyed meekly as a child.

Curly tied his hands behind his back, took away his knife, and bound him fast to a tree.

Juan offered no resistance whatever, but looked at Curly with wondering dumb protest in his eyes, as of an animal unjustly punished.
Curly turned again to the fire.
"It's him, all right," said he; "that's Cal." Franklin nodded.
Curly picked up a bit of stick and began to stir among the ashes, but as he did so both he and Franklin uttered an exclamation of surprise.
By accident he had touched one of the limbs.