I can trust you to stick to your word,--I mean your wag," he said, with a grin.
It took him a long time to undo me.

The young wretch had actually pinned long strips of muslin around me, and he had certainly made a good job of it, for they didn't hurt me at all, although they held me tight enough.
He said, as he was working at me, that he had torn up two old shirts to make these bandages, and had sewed some of the strips together the afternoon before.

He said he had heard of something like this being done at a school.

A pretty school that must have been! He unfastened my arms first,--that is, as soon as he had taken the handkerchief off my mouth,--and the moment he had taken the bandage from around my ankles, he put for the door.

But I was ready.