“I am sorry for that, but it won’t be for long.”
Harry started to run, feeling that he must avoid the fate that threatened him, if possible; but Congreve overtook him almost instantly, and, passing his lithe, strong arms around him, pinioned him so firmly that he could not escape. He was several inches taller than our hero, and, naturally, much stronger.
“Now, Philip,” he said.
Philip advanced to tie Harry, but the latter, feeling that resistance was useless, turning to Congreve, said:
“If I must be tied, you may do it. I won’t resist.”
“Come, that’s sensible,” said Congreve, and proceeded to tie Harry hand and foot, as he had proposed.
When the task was completed he took him up and set him down in such a way that he could lean his back against a tree.
“That will do,” he said. “If you don’t get free before, I will come to-morrow morning and release you.”
“I would like to give him a licking now!” growled Philip,
“That would be cowardly,” said Congreve. “Come away and leave him.”