Then he ran round the table and bound the man--who had not yet recovered his breath--tightly in his chair, and thrust his handkerchief into his mouth.
The man whom Terence was holding had scarcely struggled.

Terence, as he gripped him, had said, "Keep quiet or I will choke you!" and the prisoner felt that his assailant could do so in a moment, if he chose.
His hands were fastened tightly behind him, with his own belt, by Ryan.

A short ruler was thrust between his teeth, and fastened there by a handkerchief going round the back of his head.
"So far so good, Dick.

Now look round for something with which we can bind them more firmly." Several hanks of red tape lay upon the table.

With a portion of one of these, the back of the chair in which the Maire sat was lashed to the handle of a heavy bureau.