“Hello! Is that you, Nick?”
“Chick! What are you doing here?”
“Not a thing. Can’t.”
“Trussed up?”
“Wrist and ankle.”
“The same gang that laid me out took care of you.”
“We had an enemy in our rear, and he set the longshoremen onto us.”
“The enemy in the rear was Ramsay.”
“Sure,” said Chick. “And that’s one good thing about this little adventure—we have learned that Yasmar is really Ramsay. He has shaved off his beard since we knew him in the West.”
“Where was Patsy that he couldn’t take care of Ramsay?” asked Nick.