He put the light down on the heap of dung in the corner, and quietly introduced his hand under his coat-tails, and drew slowly from his pocket the end of a rope, which he concealed behind him.
"I'm very sorry, exceedingly sorry, Waldo, my lad, that you should have acted in this manner.

It grieves me," said Bonaparte.
He moved round toward the boy's back.

He hardly liked the look in the fellow's eyes, though he stood there motionless.

If he should spring on him! So he drew the rope out very carefully, and shifted round to the wooden post.

There was a slipknot in one end of the rope, and a sudden movement drew the boy's hands to his back and passed it round them.