Here I was again in a sad fix.

By this time the other pursuer had come up; I was most savagely thrown down on the ploughed ground with my face downward, the ploughman placed his knee upon my shoulders, one of my captors put his upon my legs, while the other tied my arms behind me.

I was then dragged up, and marched off with kicks, punches and imprecations.
We got to the tavern at three o'clock.

Here they again cooled down, and made an appeal to me to make a disclosure.

I saw that my attempt to escape strengthened their belief that I was a fugitive.