The villagers surrounded him, emboldened by finding him now unarmed.

Then several men lay hold of his arms and pinioned them behind his back.

Resistance was useless even if Duane had had the spirit.

Some one of them fetched his halter from his saddle, and with this they bound him helpless.
People were running now from the street, the stores, the houses.

Old men, cowboys, clerks, boys, ranchers came on the trot.