On the Pampas; Or, The Young SettlersHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
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On the Pampas; Or, The Young Settlers
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
Pampas (Argentina) -- Juvenile fiction
We shuffled by turn, next to the pan, and leaned back so that our
wrists were fairly in the water. The water relieved the pain, and I
could feel the thongs give a little, but it was only a little; they
had been tied too carefully and well to render it possible to
unloose them. We came to this conclusion after an hour's straining,
and at the cost of no little pain. We agreed it was no use, and sat
thinking over what was the next thing to do, and taking it by turns
to cool our wrists. We did not altogether give up hope, as we
agreed that we must try, in the short intervals between the visits
of the Mexicans, to untie the knots of each other's cords with
our teeth. It was possible, anyhow, for the knots would draw pretty
easy now that the leather was wet. Suddenly an idea struck me. I
squeezed myself back to the wall, and leaned against it.
'It's all right, Rube,' said I; 'our cords are as good as off.'
'How's that?' said Rube. 'This wall is made of rough stones, Rube,
and there are plenty of sharp edges sticking out through the mud.
They will cut through these wet thongs like knives.'
'Hoorah!' shouted Rube at the top of his voice, with a yell that
startled the Mexicans from their seats again, and then he commenced
thundering out one of the songs the soldiers used to sing on the
march. Several Mexicans came running up from the camp to ask if
anything was the matter, Rube's yell having reached their ears.
They were told it was only those mad Americanos amusing themselves,
and with many angry threats of the different sort of yells we
should give next day, they sauntered off again.
'That's rather a good thing,' Rube said to me when he stopped
making a noise. 'If any sound of the little fight we are going to
have here reaches the camp, they will put it down to us shouting
for our amusement.'
By this time it had become perfectly dark, and the guard lighted a
fire in the middle of the room in which they sat. A pile of wood
had been brought in for the purpose, and when the smoke had a
little abated, the door was shut and barred. Every three or four
minutes one of the men would take a lighted brand and come in to
see that we were not near to each other, and that all was secure.
'What time shall we begin, Seth?' Rube asked.
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