Five minutes went by, and then ten more, before Sandy had explored every pocket in the man’s clothes.
“Nothing,” he said. “I guess we’re—” A slight movement caught his glance.
Cal’s eyelid was fluttering. His head turned.
“Ken!” Sandy said quickly. “He’s coming to!”
Ken jerked his heels backward. They smacked against Cal’s chin.
Sandy bent forward for a careful look. “All right,” he said. “You’ve taken care of him.”
Neither of them spoke for a moment.
“We’ve done the hardest part,” Ken finally burst out. “We’ve got Cal out of the way. Don’t tell me we’re stuck now!”
Sandy didn’t answer.
“Do you suppose I could chew through those ropes on your wrists?” Ken asked.