I am holding him.

Help me!" It seemed to Zorzi that a hundred hands seized him in the dark; by the arms, by the legs, by the body, by the head.

He knew that resistance was worse than useless.

There were hands at his throat, too.
"Let us do nothing hastily," said Contarini's voice, close beside him.
"We must find out what he knows first.

We can make him speak, I daresay." "We are not hangmen to torture a prisoner till he confesses," observed some one in a quiet and rather indolent tone.