"But the window!" pointed out Sally.
"Nay, the window be tightly wedged shut!" Master Munn turned inquiringly toward Zenas, ambled back to him.
"Ho, mean ye to let me stay wi' my hands bound?" grumbled the boy.
"Poor Zenas!" Sally flew ahead of Master Munn to tug and yank at the stout knot James had tied the hemp into around his brother's wrists.
"Nay, thy pretty fingers be too frail! Let me!" And with one slash of his hunting knife. Master Munn had the knot cut. Then, as Zenas rubbed the red marks from his wrists, he nodded at both him and Sally. "Wait for me yonder," he said. "I will but find my coat and meet ye there. Ho, 'Sias, mine horse, fellow—around at t'other door!"
Sally, once more upon her horse, watched Zenas sympathetically as he chafed his wrists which, even in the short time they had been bound, had become swollen. "'Tis the fortunes o' war, Zenas," she said at last. "Next time may be thy turn!"
"I'll fortunes o' war him!" ejaculated Zenas angrily. "The varlet! Where did Master Munn put him?" he added questioningly.
"I' the stable room," said Sally.
"I—I wonder an he will be safe?"
"What mean ye?" asked Sally wonderingly. "He cannot escape."
Zenas flushed. "I mean—think ye no one will
