"Now you can get down," said Gilroy. "Fetter, I guess we had better bind his hands behind him."
"You are going to bind me?" queried Captain Moore.
"And why not? You are such a nice chap, captain, we don't want to part with you just yet."
"Why are you going to keep me a prisoner?"
"Well, don't forget that we hold you responsible for that little mix-up when we were after the quartermaster's money-bags."
"I only did my duty, Gilroy."
"Perhaps; but if it hadn't been for you and your men our gang would have been about twenty thousand dollars richer than we are to-day."
"And I wouldn't have this lame arm," growled the fellow who had been wounded.
"As I said before, I only did my duty," repeated the captain calmly. "Even if I hadn't arrived, don't you suppose the quartermaster would have done all he could to defend himself?"
"Certainly; but his party numbered only three. However, we won't talk now. We have other things to do. Get into that cave. And don't try to escape, or it will be the worse for you."