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Wogan needed a rope, but since he had none he used the sheets and bound

his prisoner to the bed Then he got up and went to the door The house

was quite silent, quite dark Wogan shut the door gently--there was no

key in the lock--and bending over the bed looked into the face of his

assailant The face isted with pain, the whites of the eyes glared

horribly, but Wogan could see that the ht There was another uided hione out of the kitchen as Wogan had entered it; there was the wife,

too, who an crossed to theand looked out The as perhaps

twenty feet froround, but the stanchion was three feet below the

He quickly put on his clothes, slipped the letter fro and lowered it fro on the sill when a

convulsive movement of the man on the bed made him stop He climbed back

into the room, drew the knife out of the board and out of the hand

pinned to the board, and e wrapped the wound up

"You an whispered in his