"Thank God that you're able to move at last, Mr Grenvile!  I was mortal afraid that 'twas all up with you when you toppled over just now.  For pity's sake, sir, cut me loose as soon as you can, for these here lashin's have been drawed so tight that I've lost all feelin' in my hands and feet, while my arms and legs seems as though they was goin' to burst.  What! haven't you got a knife about you, sir?  I don't know what's become of mine, but some of the men'll be sure to have one, if you enquire among 'em."