Cheyenne Charlie stepped up and walked around behind Wild without being noticed by the excited and surprised outlaws.
A quick slash with his knife and the ropes were severed.
Then he slipped a revolver in the boy's hand.
Wild coolly stepped from the post.
"Up with your hands, you sneaking coyotes!" he cried in a ringing voice. "I reckon ther jig is up now. Arietta has paid ther toll!"
Then Wild calmly reached out and took another revolver from the belt of the nearest man to him.
Two of the villains held up their hands, but the rest made a bolt for the cave.
Crack!
Cheyenne Charlie got at work, as usual, and the foremost one dropped.
"I reckon you galoots will have ter have a bigger grave dug when we git through with yer," he called out. "That one you've got here ain't half big enough!"