“Begorra, I wish I cud do that same,” muttered Barney.
Cliff and the three cowboys with him in the cage were doing their best to shoot every Vigilant who exposed himself.
They were thus so deeply engrossed that they paid no special heed to the prisoners for the time.
Barney, quick-witted Irishman, noted this fact.
At a favorable moment he leaned over and whispered to Frank:
“Bejabers, Misther Frank, I think I know av a way to turn the tables on them blasted omadhouns.”
“The deuce!” gasped Frank. “What is it, Barney?”
“Whisht now an’ work quiet, me gossoon!” whispered Barney. “I’ll lay down ferninst the side here an’ yez kin turn yer wrists toward me mouth an’ me teeth are no good av I don’t cut them in two before so very long.”
Frank experienced a thrill.
“Can you do it, Barney?”