“There, at last,” Jack grunted. “And I don’t believe I peeled off more than about a yard of skin.”
“You got it?”
“Sure have. Just a minute and I’ll tend to you.”
“But suppose they come back?”
“Gracious, I never thought of that. I suppose we’d better play it safe and wait a bit.”
“I think so, but I do wish you’d see if you can loosen up this rope a trifle. It hurts like the dickins.”
After he had worked at the rope on Bob’s wrists for a few minutes he managed to loosen it enough to give him considerable relief. “It’s no wonder you couldn’t get free,” he declared as he slipped his hand back into the loop and stretched out on the floor.
All the time Bob had been listening for a sound on the other side of the door but had heard nothing.
“Did they search us?” he asked a moment later.
“I’ll say they did. Took everything we had I guess.”