He caught up the native garment and flung it over Phil's shoulders.

He dragged the beard down over his face and secured the _chuddah_ about his head.

He did it all with incredible rapidity and a strength that would not be gainsaid.
Then, holding Phil fast in a merciless, irresistible grasp, he spoke: "If you attempt to disobey me now, I'll kill myself with my own hands." There was no mistaking the resolution of his voice, and it wrought the end of the battle--an end inevitable.

Phil realised it and accepted it with a groan.

He did not utter another word of protest.