Keith, grasping the table, hauled himself to his feet, gasping for breath, certain only that Hawley was no longer struggling.
For an instant all was blank, a mist of black vapor; then a realization of their situation came back in sudden flood of remembrance.

Even yet he could see nothing, but felt the motionless figure at his feet.
"Quick," he urged, the instant he could make himself speak.

"The fellow is only stunned; we must tie and gag him.

Is that you, Neb?
Where is the girl ?" "I am here, Captain Keith," and he heard the soft rustle of her dress across the room.

"What is it I may do ?" "A coil of rope, or some straps, with a piece of cloth; anything you can lay hands on." She was some moments at it, confused by the darkness, and Hawley moved slightly, his labored breathing growing plainly perceptible.