A few cuts with the bowie settled the knots which bound him foot and hand.
Immediately Uncle Prudent rose to his knees and snatched away his bandage and gag.
"Thanks," said he, in stifled voice.
"Phil Evans ?" "Uncle Prudent ?" "Here we are no longer the president and secretary of the Weldon Institute.

We are adversaries no more." "You are right," answered Evans.

"We are now only two men agreed to avenge ourselves on a third whose attempt deserves severe reprisals.
And this third is--" "Robur!" "It is Robur!" On this point both were absolutely in accord.

On this subject there was no fear of dispute.
"And your servant ?" said Phil Evans, pointing to Frycollin, who was puffing like a grampus.

"We must set him free." "Not yet," said Uncle Prudent.