Then he tied the ankles tightly together.
"I will lay him down," Roger whispered, when he had done so.
Oswald bent the man's legs and, trussing him up, fastened the rope from the ankles to that which bound the wrists.

Roger now relaxed his grip of the man's throat, thrust a piece of wood between his teeth, and fastened it, by a string going round the back of the head.

He then took off his steel cap, and laid it some distance away.
"That will do for him, master.

I reckon that he will be an hour or two, before he will get breath enough to holloa, even without that gag." The other man was captured as silently as the former had been.

When he was bound, Roger said: "Now for the hook, master." "Here is the iron.