“I didn’t think you’d make so much of a little matter like that,” he said. “It was a mistake. I didn’t mean you to stay all night. Congreve promised to go back and untie you. Didn’t he do it?”
“No,” answered Harry, dryly.
“Then he broke his promise. Just untie me, that’s a good fellow, and I’ll make it up to you. I’ve got two dollars in my pocket, and you may have them if you’ll get me out of this scrape. Be quick, for Temple may be coming back, and he may kill us both.”
“I don’t want your two dollars, Philip,” said Harry. “I am ready to release you without that——”
“Quick, then; that’s a good fellow.”
“Hear me out. I was going to say, on one condition.”
“What is it?” asked Philip, impatiently.
“That you will beg my pardon for the trick you played on me,” said Harry, quietly.
“What! I beg your pardon?” exclaimed Philip, haughtily.
“That is what I said.”