“You did it!” Ken’s exultant shout broke the spell of silence that had fallen on the cabin.
“It looks like it.” Sandy laughed shakily. “Now all we have to do is get these ropes off before he comes to again.”
“If we could find a knife I could back up to you and hack through the ones on your wrists,” Ken said, his eyes traveling rapidly over the room. “There must be one here somewhere. He has meals on board.”
But there was no knife visible. There was no drawer in the table where one might be found. Their survey of the room revealed that the only place in the cabin which might conceal a knife was the row of cupboards high on the rear wall.
“I think I could pull the doors of those things open with my teeth, if I were standing up,” Sandy decided. “Anyway, it’s worth a try. Can you see to it
