blamed cords are cuttin' my wrists, and my nose itches and I can't scratch it!"
"Suppose I untie you?"
"You'd better watch me, if you do."
"Ah! That is what I thought," the master crook said. "You retain your violent nature, I see. One of these days you will realize the futility of it, Muggs."
"I'll realize my life ambition by beatin' you up!" Muggs replied. "You goin' to take off these cords?"
"Not that. But I'll have your wrists tied in front, so you will be able to scratch your nose," said the Black Star, chuckling.
He opened the hall door and called two of the fishermen into the room. For some reason, it appeared, the fishermen did not wear robes and masks before the Black Star, and evidently did not care that Muggs saw their faces.
The master rogue issued his orders, and the two men untied Muggs' wrists, lashed them again in front of him, and then hurried away.
"Now you may scratch your nose," the Black Star said. "I suppose you'll be trying to free yourself, too. Allow me to tell you, Muggs, that you'd not get very far if you did."
"I noticed Landers wait until the current was turned off that fence," Muggs said.
"Ah! You know about that, do you? But that is only one thing among many, my dear Muggs. I'd advise you to be a contented prisoner for the time being. You'll gain nothing by trying to escape."
"Well, how long are you goin' to keep me here?"
"Until I move to my next headquarters, I said."
"And when'll that be?"
