“Not enough to amount to anything. I wouldn’t know them from Adam but I don’t think I ever saw them before but I’m not sure. How’s your head?”
“Sore, but it feels a bit better.”
“Are you tied tight?”
“Sure am. How about you?”
“Got a little slack. I remembered your method and did the best I could.”
Bob was an expert in getting free from bonds. His hands were smaller than most boys when compared with the size of his wrists and long practice had enabled him to set his muscles in such a way that no matter how tightly they were bound together he could, on relaxing, get enough slack to free himself. But now, having been tied while he was unconscious, he was unable to obtain the least bit of slack.
“If only my hands weren’t so large,” Jack groaned as he strained at the rope. “I don’t suppose you can get a mite of slack.”
“Not a bit.”
“Then I reckon it’s up to me.”
Bob could hear him as he pulled and strained.