“He’ll be liable to howl some when he comes round,” observed Brad.
“Not when I have finished with him,” asserted Dick. “Hand me that clothes brush.”
Buckhart did so.
Dick took the brush across his knee and broke off the handle in a twinkling. Then, with the aid of his comrade’s knife, he soon fixed the handle so it would serve as a gag, and this he fastened between the teeth of the Spaniard.
As he was completing this task, Dick saw that Bunol was coming round. The fellow’s breast heaved, he opened his eyes, and for the time being he seemed completely bewildered and at a loss to understand what had happened.
“Now, what will we do with him, pard?” questioned Brad.
“We’ll chuck him into that closet,” decided Dick, at once.
A step sounded outside the door.
Instantly Brad leaped to the door and set his shoulder against it.
“Go on, Dick!” he palpitated. “Get Mig out of the way somehow, while I hold the door.”