The outlaw withdrew and closed and secured the door, and after a time the cabin was dark and silent.
A little longer, and Deadwood Dick rose silently to his feet.
Lifting his wrists to his face, he was occupied for some moments at something, and presently there was a faint click.
He removed the handcuffs from his wrists and put them into his jacket pocket, and took a key from his mouth, where it had long been concealed, and put it into the pocket of his vest.
Taking care to make no sound, he moved to the window and carefully worked the sash open to its widest extent.
That done, he put a chair under it and prepared to take leave.
He listened.
No sound was to be heard within.
Putting his head out he listened again, and all was silence the most profound.
Satisfied, he began to worm his body through the small opening, and presently had succeeded in getting his head and shoulders through, with his face upward.