But gradually they got the better of him; and at last it came to this, that two were struggling on the ground with him, and Cole standing over them all three, ready to strike.
"Now, hold him so, while I settle him," cried Cole, and raised his murderous cudgel.
It came down on Little's shoulder, and only just missed his head.
Again it came down, and with terrible force.
Up to this time he had fought as mute as a fox. But now that it had come to mere butchery, he cried out, in his agony, "They'll kill me. My mother! Help! Murder! Help!"
"Ay! thou'lt never forge no more!" roared Cole, and thwack came down the crushing bludgeon.
"Help! Murder! Help!" screamed the victim, more faintly; and at the next blow more faintly still.
But again the murderous cudgel was lifted high, to descend upon his young head.