"What is it?" I said wonderingly.
"I was only thinking," he replied. Then quickly, "Will they bind our
hands again--at the last?"
"I don't know," I said in a low, husky voice. "Perhaps not."
"Let's hope not; and we must rub some feeling into them first."
"What are you thinking about?" I asked.
"Don't you know, old fellow? Guess."