"Trapped!" he cried hoarsely.
"The explosion has blocked our entrance. We're caught like rats in a trap."
The outlaws groaned.
Hoarse curses and muttered imprecations were passed from lip to lip as the enraged desperadoes ran from point to point seeking in vain for some means of egress from their rocky tomb.
"We're done for," snarled Tony, his hand slipping instinctively to his pistol holster.
"Jess will get us out somehow," soothed Harry.
"No. Jess is probably in a worse fix than we are at this very minute," exploded Frank, "and—"
A timid pressure on his arm caused him to look suddenly down.
"Well, what is it?" he demanded shortly. "Haven't you got us into enough trouble already? What do you want now? Say it and say it quick."
"Pale face um want go way?"