"Our wrath will keep--no doubt about that.

But our first task is to get our hands free, if we can.

And Greg and Dan must feel pretty tired of being gagged as well as tied." A snort, the only noise he could make, was Greg Holmes's answer.
"How are we going to get ourselves free ?" Tom demanded: "I've been trying to wriggle my hands out, but I'll admit that I can't do it." "Get over here in front of me," urged Dick, "and I'll show you just how I can free you.

Fred Ripley, like other blunderers, is likely to overlook a few things." It was not cold in the cook shack, for there was still some fire going in the stove.

The embers also threw a slight amount of illumination into the room.
Dick dropped to his knees behind Tom Reade, and, reaching for the cords that bound Tom's wrists behind his back, began to gnaw.
"Well, by hokey!" gasped Tom.