Mr Fanshawe began to fidget.
“They ought to be here soon now,” he said.
“Yes, sor,” replied a voice at his elbow.
“You aren’t frightened, are you?”
“No, sor.”
“You can feel the rope all right?”
“Yes, sor.”
“Mind, when I give the word, you pull for all you’re worth.”
“Yes, sor.”
“For,” said Mr Fanshawe, “if we don’t secure the bounder, he’ll most likely knife us.”