THE PRESIDENT AND SECRETARY SUSPEND HOSTILITIES A bandage over the eyes, a gag in the mouth, a cord round the wrists, a cord round the ankles, unable to see, to speak, or to move, Uncle Prudent, Phil Evans, and Frycollin were anything but pleased with their position.

Knowing not who had seized them, nor in what they had been thrown like parcels in a goods wagon, nor where they were, nor what was reserved for them--it was enough to exasperate even the most patient of the ovine race, and we know that the members of the Weldon Institute were not precisely sheep as far as patience went.
With his violence of character we can easily imagine how Uncle Prudent felt.

One thing was evident, that Phil Evans and he would find it difficult to attend the club next evening.
As to Frycollin, with his eyes shut and his mouth closed, it was impossible for him to think of anything.

He was more dead than alive.
For an hour the position of the prisoners remained unchanged.

No one came to visit them, or to give them that liberty of movement and speech of which they lay in such need.