"We'll try it, anyhow," said Harry. "But first we'd better tie up
his hands and feet. He's too strong for the pair of us, I'm
afraid, if he should come to."

Once that was done, they began to drag the spy toward the house.
Half carrying, half pulling, they got him down the slope, and with
a last great effort lifted him through a window, which, despoiled
of glass, had been boarded up. They were as gentle as they could
be, for the idea of hurting a helpless man, even though he was a
spy, went against the grain. But --

"We can't be too particular," said Harry. "And he brought it on
himself. I'm afraid he'll have worse than this to face later on."

They dumped him through the window, from which they had taken the
boards. Then they made their own way inside, and Harry began to
truss up the prisoner more scientifically. He understood the art
of tying a man very well indeed, for one of the games of his old
scout patrol had involved tying up one scout after another to see
if they could free themselves. And when he had done, he stepped
back with a smile of satisfaction.

"I don't believe he'll get himself free very soon," he said.
"He'll be lucky if that knock on the head keeps him unconscious
for a long time, because he'll wake up with a headache, and if he
stays as he is he won't know how uncomfortable he is."

"Are we going to leave him like that, Harry?"

"We've got to, Dick. But he'll be all right, I am going to