Pulp Fiction, 1866 · page 57 of 98
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> * as ra BOUND AND UNBOUND. 59 i, withe was then passed about his body, and tied behind the tree. Altogether, it was about as tight a hitch as human in- genuity could devise. But Tiny was of a sanguine temperament, and contititied his efforts to free his hands. Moving them as_ before, they came in contact with a sharp knot upon the body of the tree. Twisting his wrists in a painful manner, he managed to get the withes upon this knot. He worked vigorously, keeping — an eye upon the guard, who leaned against a tree a few paces away. After hard labor, his zeal was rewarded by feeling one cof : the withes drop from his wrist. Taking courage, he sawed away vigorously, and-had the satisfaction of feeling the cords drop off entirely. Catching them before they could fall, and keeping his eye still upon the guard, he waited an opportunity for placing them between his back and the tree, where he could get them, in case the guard’s suspicions were aroused. That individual, smoking placidly, never: removed his eyes from the person by the tree, having no thought, although so watchful, that the bonds were off his hands. : It was not the intention of the negro to escape. He simply removed the withes in a sort of bravado, to show the savages that he did not care any thing about them, and would not _ wear cords of their tying. He now turned his attention to the bond shout his waist. The knot of this being on the other side of the tree, he was forced to trust to the sense of feeling, and might be drawing .. the knot tight instead of untying it. But, working with dogged “3 perseverance, he at last touched the clue, and unloosed the knot. _He was now entirely free, and looked: stealthily about him. His savage captors lay sleeping, with, the exception of the guard over each prisoner... The care of An-ga-wam had fur- nished Flora with a sort of hut, formed from hemlock boughs, , under which she lay sleeping... The chief himself lay stretched aeross the doorway of this hastily improvised shelter, so that | she could not pass out without disturbing him. | Tiny’s chival- - rous admiration of Miss Flo’, and his devotion to her interests, would have kept him from escaping without her, and he only studied in what manner he could create the. most | disturbance in the camp. cComicvooksicom Z