“How, Stumpy?” asked Frank.
“I’ve almost got one hand loose. I’ll soon have it out, and then I’m going to take off this bandage. There’s no use of us staying here like a lot of chickens tied up, when we can just as well get away.”
“That’s the trouble—we can’t get away,” came from Frank. “I’ve been trying for the last ten minutes to loosen these cords, but I can’t slip a single knot. They knew how to tie ’em all right.”
“You just watch me,” called Fenn, who was squirming about on a bed of leaves.
“Watch you—yes, with our eyes bandaged,” said Ned, sarcastically. “That’s a hot one.”
“Patience, noble knight,” mocked the stout lad, “and I’ll soon release ye.”
“Stumpy is so fat that they didn’t have rope enough to tie him,” remarked Bart. “That’s the reason he thinks he can get loose.”
“I don’t think it, I know it!” cried Fenn in triumph a few seconds afterward. “I’ve got both hands out, and now here comes off my bandage.”
A moment later Fenn uttered a cry.