He mentally cried out to him, Flee!
There was a hesitation, and then he felt that presence move further away, until at last Garner could no longer sense him. Now, free to turn his full attention to his captors, he experienced something of a recovery of his will. Before he could even think of what he might do at this stage, the man standing over him leaned down and hit him in the face with a particularly large fist.
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Though stunned, Garner never actually lost consciousness. He lay there, confused and detached from his circumstance for what must have been a considerable time. Dimly, he was aware at some point, of being lifted and carried—not far, and then set down again, this time on grass rather than asphalt.
After this, he returned to full consciousness only slowly, to discover that his legs had been bound together at the ankles. Though his arms were free, a slight effort at movement taught him how helpless you were without free movement of your legs.