That's considerate in me. Good night. I hope you are comfortable."
He disappeared in the darkness, and Harry was left alone.
CHAPTER XXXII
THE GOOD SAMARITAN
Harry's reflections, as he sat on the ground were not the most
cheerful. He was sitting in a constrained posture, his hands and
feet being tied, and, moreover, the cold air chilled him. The cold
was not intense, but as he was unable to move his limbs he, of
course, felt it the more.
"I suppose it will get colder," thought Harry, uncomfortably. "I
wonder if there is any danger of freezing."
The horse evidently began to feel impatient, for he turned round
and looked at our hero. "Why don't you keep on?"
"I wish somebody would come this way," thought Harry, and he looked
up and down the lane as well as he could, but could see no one.
"If I could only get at my knife," said Harry, to himself, "I could
cut theses cords. Let me try."
He tried to get his hands into his pockets, but it was of no avail.
The pocket was too deep, and though he worked his body round, he
finally gave it up. It seemed likely that he must stay here all
night. The next day probably some one would come by, as they were
so near a public road, upon whom he could call to release him.
"The night will seem about a week long," poor Harry considered. "I
shan't dare to go to sleep, for fear I may freeze to death.
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