“Thank God, you’re alive, Bob. I was afraid they had killed you.”
“Where are you, Jack?”
“Over here, tied up.”
Then Bob realized that he too was tied. His hands were bound behind his back and his feet securely fastened together. A bit of straining at the bonds soon convinced him that whoever had done it had made a good job.
“Are you all right?” Jack asked anxiously.
“I guess so. Head’s a bit sore and it aches like fury, but I don’t think it’s broke. Can you roll over this way?”
“Guess so,” and a moment later Jack’s body bumped into him.
“What happened?” Bob asked.
“Can’t tell you much it was so sudden. I didn’t hear a thing, but a man grabbed me from behind and I tried to shout. Then I saw you go down and although I made things lively for a minute or two I was no match for the two of them and they soon had me trussed up.”
“Did you get a look at them?”