The little knot of people towards Chobham dispersed.
And then, within thirty yards of the pit, advancing from the direction of Horsell, I noted a little black knot of men, the foremost of whom was waving a white flag.
This fact and the words that had cautioned me that danger lay beyond the KNOTS convinced me that the rope had been severed since my friend had placed it as my guide, for I had but passed a single knot, whereas there had evidently been two or more in the entire length of the cord.
I did not pause longer than to learn the contents of the second message, and, though I was none too sure of the meaning of the final admonition, "Beyond the knots lies danger," yet I was sure that here before me lay an avenue of escape, and that the sooner I took advantage of it the more likely was I to win to liberty.
How then?" demanded madame, tying another knot
, as if there were another enemy strangled.
But I found I was wrong, for as soon as I loosened the knot
around his neck, he gave a long sigh and mumbled with a faint voice, `Now I feel better!'"
"Well, have you tied the knot
?" inquired the grave-digger, who was looking on.
"White star in the forehead, one white foot on the off side, this little knot
just in that place;" then looking at the middle of my back -- "and, as I am alive, there is that little patch of white hair that John used to call `Beauty's three-penny bit'.
But his mouth was full of soot and cob- webs, and he was tied up in such very tight knots
, he could not make anybody hear him.
When Tom had had enough, he would slip out and tie knots
in Chamber's shirt, dip the knots
in the water and make them hard to undo, then dress himself and sit by and laugh while the naked shiverer tugged at the stubborn knots
with his teeth.
Under the combined efforts of the wind and its four hundred horse power, it was going at the rate of thirteen knots
. Had it not been for the superior strength of the hull of the Moravian, she would have been broken by the shock and gone down with the 237 passengers she was bringing home from Canada.
And, wallowing as if she meant to turn over with us, the barque, her decks full of water, her gear flying in bights, ran at some ten knots