"It's Tony, or what little is left of him," was the answer.
"Are you hurt?"
"Donno. Feel as if the roof had caved in on me. Where's the rest of the gang?"
"If they only have got out of it as easily as we have we can count ourselves the luckiest men on earth," returned the elder James boy with emphasis.
Forgetting his recent wound, which the herbs of the medicine man had most miraculously put to sleep so that he felt no pain at all, Frank struggled to his feet and struck a match. Texas and Harry he espied lying in a heap in one corner half hidden by the debris which had fallen upon them.
Out of the wreck he gathered some sticks and rekindled the fire which in a moment brightly illuminated the chamber. The scene that met his gaze was one of wreck and ruin.
But to this the bandit gave no heed. His first care was for the other members of the band.
"They're alive, Tony," he cried, "every man of them. Come help me get them out—"
"You'll have to get Tony out first, I'm thinkin'. I'm wedged in here under this heap of stuff tighter'n a sardine in a box."