The man moaned, breathing heavily, but made no other sound while West slashed at the cords lashing his limbs, finally freeing them entirely.

Not until this had been accomplished did he pause long enough to ask questions.
"There; that's the last.

Now who are you--Sexton ?" "Yes, sir," weakly, and in a mere whisper, "an' I know yer voice, sir.
Thank God, yer found me, sir." "It was a bit of luck; but we'll talk that over later.

Now we've got to get out of here.

Can you walk ?" "I don't know, sir; after a fashion, maybe.