"Don't shoot here!" called out a timid passenger.
"It would be a good thing to do a little of it for your especial benefit," Dick declared ironically.
"No, don't resist, but go with 'em peaceably," the passenger urged. "It is better that one should make a sacrifice than that all should come to grief," he argued.
Dick and Captain Joaquin laughed.
"I intend to give you a show," said the latter. "Come, there is no time to fool away!"
Dick Bristol saw that there was only one chance for him. He knew that to hesitate ten seconds would mean his death. He was in a death-trap, and the dead-fall was ready to be sprung at a touch.
"All right; here you are!" he said, lowering his left hand, and thrusting it into his jacket pocket, he produced the required article. "Shall I put 'em on myself, or will you come and attend to that?"
"Put 'em on," said the captain. "I'll undertake to see that they are secure after that."
"All right."
There was a click, and Deadwood Dick stood handcuffed.