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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.