One of the men rode forward and tried them.
"He can't git out of them 'ar things, cap'n," he reported.
"All right. It seems you put them on to stay, Deadwood Dick. You have the key to them, of course."
"In my vest pocket."
"All right. Just relieve him of it, Jim."
"You bet, boss! We don't want him springin' no tricks on us, hey?"
The outlaw thrust his fingers into Dick's pocket and brought forth a small key, handing it to Captain Joaquin.
"Not much of a trick I could spring on you, my good fellow," observed Dick. "If you tried it, you would find that you could not unlock the bracelets to save your life, even with the key in your fingers."
"Ther doose I couldn't!"
"Not if they were on your own wrists, no."