“You see I’m tied.”
“Who tied you?”
“That’s a long story. Just untie me, there’s a good fellow, and I’ll tell you.”
The boy whipped out a knife from his pocket and quickly cut the cord. Harry sprang up and stretched his arms and legs.
“It seems good to be free once more,” he said. “But who tied you?”
“Two boys that had a spite against me. At least, one had, and the other was his friend.”
“How long have you been lying there?”
“Several hours—I can’t tell how long.”
“It’s a mean trick, anyway.”
“So it is; I should have had to stay here all night if you hadn’t come along.”