"I'm on the job," howled Hickey, as he landed on the back of the man nearest him.
At the same instant Dan had hurled himself at the other man. There had been no time for further explanations.
There followed a few minutes of desperate, silent struggling, and then Sam suddenly uttered a yell of triumph.
"I—I've got him this time. I've——"
Ere he had finished the sentence there came a thud. Hickey had, by a clever wrestling trick, thrown his man, the fellow's head striking the floor so heavily that he lost consciousness.
A moment later Dan succeeded in throwing his man over flat on his face.
"Tear up some of those robes over there and make me a rope, quick," he commanded.
With the rope so made Dan bound the hands of the prisoners behind their backs.
"I don't know whether you understand English or not. I reckon you do," announced Dan, after they had shaken Sam's man back to consciousness. "We want you to lead us out of this place. We have your guns, and if you cut up any we shall be obliged to shoot. If you behave yourselves we will let you go when we get outside, providing you are not wanted by the police. Now go."
"And if you take us to any of your fellows we will shoot you first, then take our chances with the rest," added Sam.