For a few moments Ned did not stir. He was not uncomfortable, as it was a
warm evening, and the pile of bags was soft. The cords hurt his hands
somewhat, and his legs were cramped. By the smell of lime and mortar Ned
could tell he was in some new building, one probably near completion.
He went over in his mind the location of all the new structures going up
in Darewell. There were several, in different parts of the town, and so
he could not decide where he was. Then, as he listened, he could hear the
sound of running water, and he knew he must be near the river. All at
once the locality became plain to him. He was in a new house, one of
several in a row, on a street leading down to the stream.
"Now to get loose," said Ned, as he tugged and strained at his bonds. He
felt the cords about his wrists giving somewhat and he redoubled his
efforts. In their haste the boys had not used much skill tying the knots,
and, in about five minutes, Ned was free. He rubbed his arms and legs to
restore the circulation, and started to leave the building. As he did so
he heard someone coming in, and noted the sound of voices.
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