This was some horrible place inhabited by men such as those that killed Sambo! He must fly.

But would they hurt the little girl?
He thought not--she was at home.
He started to spring to his feet, but fell back almost powerless; then tried more cautiously and got up wearily, for the pain and the terrible shock seemed to have taken the strength out of every limb.
Once on his feet, he could scarcely stoop to pick up his remnant of trowsers without again falling, and the effort made him groan with distress.

He was in the act of trying in vain to stand on one foot, so as to get the other into the garment, when he fancied he heard the step of his executioner, returning doubtless to resume his torture.

He dropped the rag, and darted out of the door, forgetting aches and stiffness and agony.

All naked as he was, he fled like the wind, unseen, or at least unrecognized, of any eye.