I've got out of a Huron's thongs of raw hide before now, and it ain't very likely that a stiff stirrup leather will hold me.

Put your hands out." With a few dexterous twists he loosened De Catinat's bonds, until he also was able to slip his hands free.

"Now for your feet, if you'll put them up.

They'll find that we are easier to catch than to hold." But at that moment the carriage began to slow down, and the clank of the hoofs of the riders in front of them died suddenly away.

Peeping through the windows, the prisoners saw a huge dark building stretching in front of them, so high and so broad that the night shrouded it in upon every side.