That was a moment of peril for Nick, as he was busy just then with Nat.
And Nat, seeing the chance, pretended to be knocked down, so as to give Jack a chance to shoot.
Up came the ruffian’s revolver, but before he could aim, around the corner rushed the drunken man whom they had seen.
This man threw his arms about Jack’s neck, and bore him silently to the ground.
“Put the bracelets on him, Patsy,” called Nick.
“They’re on,” replied the “drunken man” calmly.
Nick had leaped upon Nat, and in a second had him ironed.
“This is the way I settle,” he said, as he stood up.
The prisoners cursed furiously, but if that did them any good nobody knew it.
Nick picked up his revolvers, and then he and Patsy marched the prisoners to headquarters.