Another thing, the end of the opening, or hole, as it might be called, was but fifty yards away.
Some parts of this wall was very steep, and others looked as though it could be climbed.
On one side, not far from the passage he was taken from, was a stout post that was planted firmly in the ground.
To this Wild was taken, and being placed in an upright position, with his back to it, he was firmly tied to the post.
"There!" exclaimed Chuck Snivel, fiendishly. "I reckon you'll stay there just as long as we want yer to, Young Wild West."
"All right," was the calm rejoinder. "I hope you won't want me to stay here very long. I don't like this kind of business."
Some of the outlaws laughed, while others glared at him savagely.
His style did not exactly suit them. He was too cool by far.
Then, again, two of their number had fallen during the struggle to capture the brave boy and his sweetheart, and that made them feel all the more ugly toward him.
"You was goin' through ther pass an' yer wasn't goin' ter pay no toll, Young Wild West!" exclaimed Snivel, after a short pause. "I reckon yer found out your mistake all right. We seen yer when yer went through, an' we jest got ready fur yer when yer come back. Yer couldn't have stopped in a better place, fur ye was right in front of our cave. Yer jest walked right inter ther trap we had set fur yer."