It was but the work of a moment for Frank to release the imprisoned desperado, and after taking careful inventory of his anatomy and learning to his delight that no bones had been broken, both men turned to with a will and began digging out their companions.
"Thank Providence, or whatever or whoever did it, that my flask was not broken," exclaimed Frank.
"Here, hold Texas's head while I pour a few fingers down his throat. That'll bring him around if anything will."
And it did. Texas gasped, strangled, sat up and swore roundly.
The others were quickly restored to consciousness and the men were overjoyed that all had escaped.
"Say," spoke up Tony suddenly. "That explosion come from that other room there. What do you s'pose did it—"
"And the medicine man and the squaw were in there alone, weren't they?" asked Frank.
"By the gods you're right," exclaimed Texas.
With one accord each man grabbed up a burning brand and climbing over the obstructions that the explosion had placed in their way, dashed into the adjoining chamber.
If anything the disaster had been greater here than in the other room.