“Ach! Cut ’em off!”
“It seems to me that I can’t stand them on any longer,” spoke up the woman.
Laughing, the man began to untie the cords.
“I don’t want to cut ’em,” he explained, “and this takes time; but if you’ll have patience off they will come soon. Ye see, I may want to put ’em back on you, just as they are now.”
“Donder und blitzen!” the baron sputtered, when once more he was free of the bonds that had chafed him.
“Feels good, eh?”
“Vot iss idt you ar-re going to do mit us now?”
“You’ve promised to be good children, you know; which means that you won’t try to get away; and I’m goin’ to treat you accordingly. If any of that crew comes back, I’ll have to tie you up again; but until then I’m jest going to hold you on your word of honor.”
“Idt iss der limidt.”
“You mean I am the limit?”