Mike pulled himself around and grimaced. “One thing I’ll have to hand them. They tie a mean knot.”
“Can you move at all?” Sandy asked.
“Sure,” Mike replied bitterly. “Just enough to break my back!”
“There’s a knife in my bedroll over there,” Sandy speculated.
“Do you think you can make it?”
“I don’t know. I can try pushing myself along the ground.”
Sandy concentrated on lunging forward, but after a few minutes he knew it wasn’t going to work. “No good,” he panted. “I can’t make any headway.”
“How long did they say they’d be gone?”
“Till dark. That’s about an hour and a half. I’m afraid my arms are going to drop off before then. How do yours feel?”
“Not too good.” The tightly knotted ropes were beginning to cut off circulation and it occurred to Sandy that he’d better keep his fingers and toes in motion.