"The Daring Escape" from Jack of the Pony Express

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Today's story is from "Jack of the Pony Express." As we begin the story, our hero Jack awakens to find himself tied up and stuck by a lonesome woodland trail without his faithful pony Sunger or anyone to help. Robbers, he believes, have taken his mail and left him out here to suffer in the elements! Will Jack be able to free himself before it's too late? 

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This is Uncle Rick Reads Jack of the Pony Express, Disc 2, and we start with Chapter 10, A Queer Discovery. Left to himself, tied tightly with the ropes that cut into his wrists and made his legs ache, poor Jack lay in a sort of stupor. he could hardly understand what had happened and his head hurt him very much where he had been struck he was lying on the road at one side of the trail overhead he could see the stars twinkling it was still very quiet not much chance of any one coming along the road to-night he asked jack it was the first thought that had come clearly to him and in a measure it served to rouse him from his stupor then his brain seemed to clear I've got to do something. I can't lie here and wait for someone to come and help me, he decided. Already there was more vigor in the activity of his mind. Jack's first idea, as soon as he had begun to think clearly, was that he must loosen his bonds. To this end, he writhed and struggled as he lay on his back. He managed to roll over on his side, but he found himself more uncomfortable than in his first position and soon rolled back to that. during this operation he tried by every means in his power to stretch or strain the knots he thought if he could only get one of the bonds to give he might manage to get one hand out and if i can do that i'll soon be clear jack reasoned but it isn't going to be easy to get one hand out it did not take him long to discover this the robbers had done their work well they were taking no chances jack resisted after his struggles excuse me says he rested after his struggles His head ached worse than ever because of the rush of blood to it from the strain. I wonder if it'd do any good to call, he mused. I'm going to try, but I've got to get my breath first. A little later he began shouting and calling for help, doing it at intervals. But he had not much hope. He was on the lonesomest part of the trail, which at best was seldom traveled. Often days would pass without anyone save the pony express rider going over the mountain. I might as well save my breath, I guess, reasoned Jack. This is only playing me out. Maybe they'll come for me when Sundry gets home. Whoever sees him without me in the mail will know something's happened. The only trouble is they don't know where to look. But it's my best chance, I think. He lay quiet for a period, thinking over the momentous events that had just occurred. I wonder who those men were and what they were after, mused Jack. There wasn't enough valuable stuff in the express packages to make four men risk state's prison for it. It must have been the mail they were after. And nothing of great value is in the mail except the letters from Mr. Argent. Of course, they were what they wanted. And in that case, he ought to know who would be most interested in taking them. We may be able to arrest those men yet. But it may be too late, Jack reflected. They may get the information they want and take the secret mine away from those to whom it belongs. That'd be too bad. BUT IF MY PLAN ONLY WORKS AND THOSE FELLAS DON'T OPEN THAT BUNDLE OF PAPERS, THE LETTERS MAY BE SAFE YET. IT IS MY BEST CHANCE IF I CAN ONLY GET LOOSE. AGAIN JACK STRUGGLED AND SQUIRMED, BUT THE ROPES WOULD NOT GIVE AN INCH. SUDDENLY, AS THE YOUNG PONY EXPRESS RIDER WAS TRYING TO WORK LOOSE HIS BONDS, HE FELT THE SHARP PAIN IN ONE HAND, WHICH WAS UNDER HIM BEHIND HIS BACK PRESSING THE EARTH."'Whoa! Something cut me then!' Jack exclaimed."'Must be a knife one of the men dropped. If I could only get at that, and get it on a rope!' Carefully he felt along the ground so as not to cut himself again. His fingers touched something sharp."'A piece of glass, part of a broken bottle,' he murmured."'Well, maybe as good as a knife, but I'll probably cut myself more in using it.' He managed to work himself down till he had a firm grip on the piece of glass under him, a grip that did not cut. Now, let me figure this out, he mused. It was obvious that he could not hold the piece of glass in his fingers and saw away at the ropes around his wrists. He could not bend his fingers back far enough. If I could only get the glass between my feet, I might be able to bend them back far enough by lying on my face so I could saw on the ropes that way, he reflected. He tried, but soon had to give it up. He also endeavored to do this by lying on his side, but it was of no use. Then, in a flash, it came to him. I'll bury the glass in the ground to hold it, he told himself. By leaving a sharp, jagged edge sticking out, I ought to be able to saw through the ropes on my wrists by rubbing the cords up and down again the glass. Yeah, I'll do it. It was hard work, but by lying on his side, Jack managed after a fashion. He had to work without seeing what he was doing. even daylight would not have helped him for he could not see behind his back by using the glass as a sort of shovel jack managed to dig a hole in the earth then he put the long piece of glass in this upright and packed dirt around it his fingers came in contact with a small stone and he used this to tamp the soil and gravel around the glass knife to hold it more firmly upright he cut himself several times while doing this but he kept on finally he was ready to make the attempt it was no more than an hour after he first began his operations and he was weary for he had to work in a cramped and uncomfortable position he rested a few minutes and then began sawing the rope round his wrists up and down the sharp piece of glass stuck upright in the ground it had to be done slowly and gently because too much pressure would have overturned the queer knife jack knew he must be patient he cut his wrists more than once but the gashes were slight and he thought the bleeding would soon stop finally he felt the bonds loosening slightly some of the rope strands were cut through won't be long now jack thought gladly again and again on the jagged edge of the glass knife did he rub the cords and finally with a sudden spreading a part of his hands he found he could break the remaining strands his hands were free jack's heart beat high with hope now he waited a few minutes to let the slackened circulation of blood take up its work then it was the work of but an instant with the same piece of glass that had served him so well to sever the ropes about his legs but when jack tried to stand up he nearly toppled over so weak was he and so numb were his legs they had gone to sleep from the lack of circulation of the blood but in a little while he was all right and could walk about Now, the question is, what's the best thing to do, he asked himself. Make for home as soon as I can and give the alarm, he reasoned. I've got to give the alarm if Sundry hasn't already gotten there and given it for me. Off on the dark and lonely trail he started. It was quite different from traveling over it on the back of his speedy pony, but it was something to be free, and free sooner than the robbers had any wish he would be. I may even be able to catch up to them and trace which way they go, Jack thought. He walked on for nearly an hour when he heard the trot of a number of horses some distance ahead of him. Jack halted and listened intently. I wonder if those are the hold-up men coming back to make sure I'm still tied up, or if it's my friends, thought Jack. I can't afford to take a chance. I'll hide in the bushes until I see who they are. he knew every inch of the trail near the spot where he was was a hole in the side of the hill where some badly directed man had once started to dig a gold mine he had not gone far before he discovered that iron pyrites was the only gold in that locality the hole was never filled up and was now almost hidden from sight by a heavy growth of underbrush that's the place for me jack mused a few strides took him to it and he stepped in to await in concealment the passage of the oncoming horseman Something soft and yielding came in contact with Jack's foot. He started, thinking he must have stepped on some sleeping beast. But there came no outcry which would have followed in that case."'It can't be dead leaves,' mused the lad."'It doesn't feel that way. What?' He stooped down and felt with his hands. A thrill ran through him."'The mail pouches!' he exclaimed in a hoarse whisper."'The mail pouches the robbers took from me. They hid them here, and I've found them. What luck!' Well, again, he doesn't understand a blessing from luck. Maybe he'll get the point later on in the story. Thanks for listening to A Visit with Uncle Rick today, little buddies. That's all we have time for right now. But remember, the whole book is available on the Uncle Rick Audio Book Club at unclerickaudios.com. Why not ask Mom and Dad about joining my club today?