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Fresh horses were saddled, and Lennon was tied on as before. His last hope of escape went glimmering. He realized that he had missed his one chance when the party first reached the main trail, coming out of Dead Hole.
To have attacked even then would have been a desperate undertaking -- one man against five. But he would have had at least a fighting chance. Now he was unarmed and bound, unable even to shift in the saddle.