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DOC SAVAGE worked at the camel-hide thongs binding his giant arms behind him. His disguise as the fat Syrian was an advantage. Chunks of what seemed like flesh peeled from his wrists and hands. A strand of the thongs loosened.
"Dang it!" howled the voice of Monk close by. "They stick us in coffins before we're dead, an' they don't even take the trouble to bury us!"