Not until after you were struck, and Silvertip came up to me, was I aware my bonds were cut.

Wetzel's hatchet had severed them; it even cut my side, which was bleeding.

I was free to help, to fight, and I did not know it.

Fool that I am!" "I made an awful mess of my part of the rescue," groaned Joe.

"I wonder if the savages know it was Wetzel." "Do they?
Well, I rather think so.