"No matter, we can call a stay of proceedings until your man returns with them."
"And you will destroy none of the money mean time?"
"No, I will not."
"Agreed."
Captain Joaquin spoke a few words to one of his men, and the fellow started off.
Deadwood Dick withdrew from the edge of the ledge then, and put on his thinking cap. The advantage lay with the outlaws, there was no denying it. He did not believe they would be fools enough to arm him.
There must be some trick in it, he believed, but what it could be he could not imagine. He looked around for a means of escape, but knowing full well that it did not exist. He would have to trust to the word of the outlaw captain, and take chances.
No word was passed between Captain Joaquin and him during the time the man was gone, and Dick waited eagerly for the fellow's return. He had a scheme in mind, but whether it could be made to work or not remained to be seen. It would be at the risk of his life, but he hoped to give them the slip and get away with the booty.
At last he came.
Captain Joaquin called out to Dick, and he responded.