"I never had head enough to think of that." "If we were gagged like Greg and Dan, we couldn't do the trick," Dave rejoined.

"Come here, Harry; get in front of me and I'll gnaw your wrists free." Dick paused long enough in his work to say: "No need, Dave.

When Tom is once free he can use his knife and have us all turned loose in a jiffy." Prescott possessed strong, fine teeth.

He gnawed away at the cords to such good advantage that Reade soon had the use of his hands.
"Now, I'll do as much for you, Dick," Tom proposed, reaching for his pocket knife.
Within a very short time all six were free, and Greg and Dan, their mouths free of the gags, told indignantly how they had been engaged in preparing supper when the door opened and Ripley and his crowd burst in.
"And now I suppose the rowdies are eating up the supper," finished Greg vengefully.
"I guess they've got it about finished by now," Prescott added grimly.
"But we six are free.

If we're any good we'll get our cabin back and make it our castle against all comers." "Good!" cried Dave, a fiery flash in his eyes.