"I am tied hand and foot." "So am I.

Are you wounded ?" "No.

Are you ?" "No.

What are the Indians doing ?" "Running for dear life from a Labrador devil--half wolf and half man--armed with soundless thunder-bolts." During the short silence that followed, White meditated upon this extraordinary statement, and decided that his comrade's brain must be affected by his sufferings.
"If I could only twist out of these ropes," he groaned, and then he began again a struggle to free his hands from their bonds.

At the same time Cabot, who had long since discovered the futility of such effort, was anxiously listening, and wondering what would happen next.
With all his listening he did not hear the soft approach of furred footsteps, and when a blinding light was flashed full in his face he was so startled that he cried out with terror.