The villain laughed.
“Shure, it’s no laughin’ matter,” declared Barney. “Afther we get up far enough we’ll all freeze to death.”
Vane began to wrench upon the bar.
It would not yield.
Vane stepped to the door.
“Gaspo! Miguel!” he cried. “Come here, you dogs!”
The two gaucheros came slinking into the engine-room. Vane put a hand upon the bar.
“Take hold of this with me, you rascals,” he cried, “and pull it out.”
The villains obeyed. All three lay back upon the bar.
It would have taken twenty men to have pulled it out.