I can feel mine under me now against
the ground."
"But they'll see us."
"Not if we use a decent amount of caution. The trouble is, I
can't reach my knife with my wrists bound. There's only one way.
Lie perfectly still; let them think we've given it up. I'm going
to try something."
I drew up my knees, twisted over on the hard rock, and lay flat
on my belly. Then I drew up my hands and let my face rest on
them, like a dog with his head on his paws. And then, keeping my
body perfectly still, and with as little movement of the jaws as
possible, I sought the tough thongs with my teeth.
That was a tedious job and a distasteful one. For many minutes I
gnawed away at those thick cords like a dog on a bone. It was
considerably later that I discovered what those cords were made
of; thank Heaven, I was ignorant of it at the time! All I knew
was that they were, to use one of Harry's phrases, "tough as
rats."
I did not dare pull with my wrists, for fear they would fly
suddenly apart and betray me to the unseen watchers. It was
necessary to cut clear through with my teeth, and more than once
I was on the point of giving it up.
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