It will dry out the wet rawhide until it grips your throat like a hand.

Poetically we call it the hand of Strang.

Pleasant, isn't it ?" The grim definiteness with which he described the manner of their end added to those sensations which had already become acutely discomforting to Nathaniel.

Had he possessed the use of his voice when the Mormons were leaving he would have called upon them to return and lengthen the thongs about his ankles by an inch or two.

Now, with almost brutal frankness, Neil had explained to him the meaning of his strange posture.