Around Darry's neck a noose was fast.

Back of the prisoner the rope had been wrapped once around the trunk of the tree.

Next, several folds of rope had been passed both around Darrin and the tree trunk in such fashion that the boy's arms were pinioned fast to his sides.

In addition, a single turn of rope had been taken around each arm.

Finally, the rope had been knotted several times at the opposite side of the tree from that on which Darrin stood.
"You must have stood pretty patiently for anyone to be able to tie you up in that artistic fashion!" blurted Tom Reade.
"Patient?
Patient nothing!" growled Darry between his teeth.
"I was so angry all the time that I couldn't keep from sputtering, but that rascal had me fast, and kept making me more secure." "How old a man was he ?" asked Dick.
"I don't know whether he was a man or a boy." "Is your eyesight failing, Dave ?" asked Tom.
"I haven't eyes in the back of my head," snapped Darry.