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He hauled the belt taut about the fighting arms and made all fast. Then he sat himself on Benjamin's legs, which thus ceased to be turbulent, and, taking off the garters, therewith tied the ankles together. Sighing satisfaction, Harry picked up the pistol and sword, spoils of victory, and rose at his leisure.
And break our legs, or sprain our ankles, and be caught? No let's make it another yard or two." "Hist! Quick!" They were only just in time, for almost before they had thrown the old sacking over the rope, the bolt of the trap-door was thrust back, and the sinister-looking sailor entered with four more, to give a sharp look round the place, and then roughly seize the prisoners.
What a treasure-trove to these venerable quidnuncs, could they have guessed the secret which Hepzibah and Clifford were carrying along with them! But their two figures attracted hardly so much notice as that of a young girl, who passed at the same instant, and happened to raise her skirt a trifle too high above her ankles.
"And it's raining harder than ever mud up to your ankles it would take you hours to reach it." "Possibly two, or two and a half," he said lightly. "Yes; and another two at least to get back. I won't hear of you doing any such thing you are wet through now. It's far better to wait for daylight and then probably the storm will be over."
"I took the liberty to say, sir, that ankles was not catching, and that I would certainly think of Capericornopus if she would but walk a-tiptoe." "Well, and " "By hook and cook I got them to the library, sir. But the male person's boots creaked awful. The getting on his toes, sir seemed to induce it, as you might say." "Yes, yes. So they're in the library?"
"Yes," she said, looking at him suddenly with the gleam of laughter in her eyes, although she was on the verge of tears. "Wh-what?" Jethro demanded. "Well," said Cynthia, demurely gazing down at her ankles, "shoes and stockings." The barefooted days had long gone by. Jethro laughed. Perhaps some inkling of her reasons came to him, for he had a strange and intuitive understanding of her.
His blood quickened at the remembrance. He ignored the pangs he was enduring. The sweat, induced by the violent exertion froze on eyebrows and eyelashes, but he ignored the discomfort, and pressed on, the snow swirling past his ankles in a miniature storm. Twice or thrice he lifted his bent head and measured the distance between him and the quarry ahead.
"I'd just as soon sprain a dozen ankles," answered Bert. "That isn't the hard luck." "What do you mean?" asked Tom. Bert looked at him for a moment, then shook his head. "No," he said. "I can't tell you. It's something we were planning to do, and" he motioned towards his ankle "here I am. Perhaps I'll tell you later." The flap of the tent was pushed aside and the Captain entered.
They had the prisoners' hands tied behind them and their ankles bound. So far they had discovered a clumsy brass-barreled pistol and an ugly-looking spring dirk, which were sufficient to confirm the dangerous character of the men. Two of the boys had secured ropes from the train, which they were trying to fashion into hangman's nooses.
He turned about, the blood streaming from his face, and paused to collect his senses, and with a rush, another wave swirled about his ankles and knees. Exhaustion grew upon him.
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