“Say hundreds, Punch. Well, I haven’t spoken to you much lately, for I thought you were asleep.”
“Asleep! Not me! That’s what I thought about you; and I hoped you was, so that you could forget what a muddle we got into. Well, I don’t know how you feel now, but what I want to do is to get away from here.”
“Don’t talk so loud,” said Pen; “there are those fellows on sentry, and they keep on coming very near now and then.”
“That don’t matter,” said Punch, “they can’t understand what we talk about. What do you say to having a go at getting our arms loose?”
“They would find it out, and only bind us up again.”
“Yes, if we stopped to let ’em see.”
“Then you think we could get away, Punch?”
“To be sure I do; only we should have to crawl. And the sooner the better, for once it gets light the sentries will have a shot at us, and we have had enough of that. I say, though, didn’t they pick us up because they thought we were wounded?”
“The men did; and then one of the officers saw our uniforms and that we were the two who had been taken prisoners when they made their rush.”
“Oh, that was it, was it?” said Punch. “Well, what do you say? Hadn’t we better make a start?”