“Bet you!” muttered Patsy, quickly cutting Chick’s bands. “I’m a Charley on the spot, for fair.”
“Is there a way out?”
“Only up these steps.”
“Thunder!”
“Tight box, old top, eh?” declared Patsy, undaunted. “But we have been in just as tight before.”
“Yes, and then some,” Chick nodded, springing up. “Have you got two guns?”
“Sure!”
“Let me have one. The rats have taken mine.”
“No sooner said than done,” grinned Patsy, handing Chick one of his revolvers and retaining the other. “What next? Shall we make a break at once and nail them in their own trenches, or——”
“Wait!” Chick interrupted. “Find the switch key that cuts off these lights. The rascals will fight back, but they could not get a line on us in the dark. We can get them at that advantage.”