I found myself unable to move my body and when I desperately attempted to do so, even the slightest motion brought pain.

I became conscious also of a weight crushing down upon me, and stifling my breath.

One of my arms was free; I could move it about within narrow limits, although it ached as from a serious burn.

By use of it I endeavored through the black darkness to learn the nature of that heavy object lying across my chest, feeling at it cautiously.

My fingers touched cold, dead flesh, from contact with which they shrank in horror, only to encounter a strand of coarse hair.
The first terror of this discovery was overwhelming, yet I persevered, satisfying myself that it was the half-naked body of an Indian--a very giant of a fellow--which lay stretched across me, an immovable weight.
Something else, perhaps another dead man, held my feet as though in a vise, and when I ventured to extend my one free arm gropingly to one side, the fingers encountered a moccasined foot.