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They
fell
upon
D'Arnot
tooth
and
nail
,
beating
him
with
sticks
and
stones
and
tearing
at
him
with
claw-like
hands
.
Every
vestige
of
clothing
was
torn
from
him
,
and
the
merciless
blows
fell
upon
his
bare
and
quivering
flesh
.
But
not
once
did
the
Frenchman
cry
out
in
pain
.
He
breathed
a
silent
prayer
that
he
be
quickly
delivered
from
his
torture
.
But
the
death
he
prayed
for
was
not
to
be
so
easily
had
.
Soon
the
warriors
beat
the
women
away
from
their
prisoner
.
He
was
to
be
saved
for
nobler
sport
than
this
,
and
the
first
wave
of
their
passion
having
subsided
they
contented
themselves
with
crying
out
taunts
and
insults
and
spitting
upon
him
.
Presently
they
reached
the
center
of
the
village
.
There
D'Arnot
was
bound
securely
to
the
great
post
from
which
no
live
man
had
ever
been
released
.
A
number
of
the
women
scattered
to
their
several
huts
to
fetch
pots
and
water
,
while
others
built
a
row
of
fires
on
which
portions
of
the
feast
were
to
be
boiled
while
the
balance
would
be
slowly
dried
in
strips
for
future
use
,
as
they
expected
the
other
warriors
to
return
with
many
prisoners
.
The
festivities
were
delayed
awaiting
the
return
of
the
warriors
who
had
remained
to
engage
in
the
skirmish
with
the
white
men
,
so
that
it
was
quite
late
when
all
were
in
the
village
,
and
the
dance
of
death
commenced
to
circle
around
the
doomed
officer
.
Half
fainting
from
pain
and
exhaustion
,
D'Arnot
watched
from
beneath
half-closed
lids
what
seemed
but
the
vagary
of
delirium
,
or
some
horrid
nightmare
from
which
he
must
soon
awake
.
The
bestial
faces
,
daubed
with
color
--
the
huge
mouths
and
flabby
hanging
lips
--
the
yellow
teeth
,
sharp
filed
--
the
rolling
,
demon
eyes
--
the
shining
naked
bodies
--
the
cruel
spears
.
Surely
no
such
creatures
really
existed
upon
earth
--
he
must
indeed
be
dreaming
.
The
savage
,
whirling
bodies
circled
nearer
.
Now
a
spear
sprang
forth
and
touched
his
arm
.
The
sharp
pain
and
the
feel
of
hot
,
trickling
blood
assured
him
of
the
awful
reality
of
his
hopeless
position
.
Another
spear
and
then
another
touched
him
.
He
closed
his
eyes
and
held
his
teeth
firm
set
--
he
would
not
cry
out
.
