"Are you tied?" Bob asked.
"Yes."
"Both hands and feet?"
"Yes."
"Can you get your hands back close to the side of the tent?"
"I'll try. Wait a minute."
He got his knife ready and soon he felt her hands as she pushed them behind her, and in another minute they were free.
"Now hand me the knife and I'll free my feet," she whispered with a deep sigh of relief. "Wait a minute till I get the circulation started and I'll be with you."
"What's the matter in thar? Having another night horse?"
The boys held their breath as they heard the guard push aside the flap of the tent. Were they to fail just when success seemed assured?