"You geeve promise we no tie you up," the leader said, crossing the room to their side.
"Nothing doing," Bob fold him without hesitation.
"Den we have tie you up."
"I reckon you'll have to do as you think best about that."
"Geeve me you guns."
It was an order they had been expecting and, knowing it would be useless to refuse, they complied, after which the man searched each one carefully. Then he spoke a few words to one of his men who at once left the room returning a few minutes later with some pieces of rope about the size of clothesline.
"You geet een deese bunk," the man ordered pointing at the end of the room away from the fireplace.
With no protest they complied and the man proceeded to tie their hands behind their backs and their feet together. Then he covered them each with a heavy blanket and said:
"You no be ver' bon sleep, but you no geeve promise."
"That's all right," Bob told him cheerfully.