Leroy Neiman Island Hole at Sawgrass

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hurt all at once. Her arms were hauled behind till her shoulders cracked, and someone lashed her wrists together, and then a hood was crammed over her head to muffle her screams, for scream she did, and lustily:
"lorek! sobbing with rage and fear. And strange voices spoke around her.
"Pan..."
"I'm here, shh, I'll help you breathe. Keep still..."
His mouse paws tugged at the hood until her mouth was freer, and she gulped at the frozen air.
"Who are they?" she whispered.
"They look like Tartars. I think they hit John Faa."
"No-"lorek Byrnison! Help me!"But could he hear? She couldn't tell; she was hurled this way and that, crushed onto a hard surface which then began to lurch and bump like a sledge. The sounds that reached her were wild and confused. She might have heard lorek Byrnison's roar, but it was a long way off, and then she was jolting over rough ground, arms twisted, mouth stifled,