Death in the abstract was one thing, but these insufferable details were another.

Each had been braced to endure any evil in his own person, but their hearts were still soft for each other.

The women said nothing, but the men were all buzzing together.
"There's the pistol, Miss Adams," said Belmont.

"Give it here! We won't be tortured! We won't stand it!" "Offer them money, Mansoor! Offer them anything!" cried Stephens.
"Look here, I'll turn Mohammedan if they'll promise to leave the women alone.

After all, it isn't binding--it's under compulsion.