"Want to? Holy snakes, hear the girl," laughed Tony harshly. "I calkerlate it don't make a mighty sight of difference whether we want to or not. We don't."
"Silence!" commanded Frank.
"Well, what is it, girl?"
"Pale face want go—Dew Drop want go. Um show pale face."
So astounded were the outlaws at her amazing confidence in her ability to pilot them to freedom, that for a moment no one answered, and by the time they had gathered their wits again, Dew Drop was tripping on velvet feet to the chamber they had just left.
They sprang after her eagerly, but just in time to see the girl disappear behind a pyramid of rock and which they now discovered for the first time, led into another passage.
"Hold on," called Tony, "you're taking us further into this infernal hole."
But Dew Drop made no reply.
Her confident manner brought hope to the bandit's hearts almost in spite of their determination not to be trapped at any cost.
"Bring lights," commanded Frank.