"Now, then, we are going out for a while," said Dan Baxter, coming up to
the prisoners. "Take my advice and don't try to escape in the meantime.
If you do, and we catch you, it will go hard with you; let me tell you
that!"
"Are you going to leave us tied up?" questioned Tom dubiously.
"Certainly."
"Some wild animal may come in here and chew us up."
"We'll leave the fire burning--that will keep 'em away," returned the
bully.
He would say no more, and in a few minutes he and his companions were
gone and the Rover boys were left to themselves.
"Now what?" asked Sam, after all had been silent for at least ten
minutes.
"Don't ask me," replied Tom disconsolately. "We're in a pickle, and no
mistake. Are your hands as tight as ever?"
"Yes, and my wrists hurt so I feel like screaming with pain."
"Baxter is a brute, if ever there was one. However, I think I can get my
left hand free," went on Tom suddenly.
"Good, Tom! Do so by all means."
Tom worked away with vigor. The pain was intense, but he bore it
manfully.
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