But Gibbie still had the tongs, and Angus's hands were still tied.

He held them out to him.

Gibbie pounced upon the knots with hands and teeth.

They occupied him some little time, during which Angus was almost compelled to take better cognizance of the face of the savage; and dull as he was to the good things of human nature, he was yet in a measure subdued by what he there looked upon rather than perceive; while he could scarcely mistake the hearty ministration of his teeth and nails! The moment his hands were free, Gibbie looked up at him with a smile, and Angus did not even box his ears.

Holding by the wall, Gibbie limped to the door and opened it.