In the office, at the further end, Cap and some of the men were gathered, earnestly consulting about something.
The men were called up.
One was instructed to look after the door-keeper.
"Now!"
Shadow gave the word.
We rushed forward, every man with a brace of revolvers in his hands, and when I called on the rascals to throw up their hands, they cast one glance at the gleaming array of "barkers" and raised their hands.
Happily, Shadow's augury was forestalled.
We bagged as dangerous a lot of men as ever were banded together, and without firing a single shot. Unexpectedly taken as they were, they had no time to prepare for defense.
"Now for the Black Hole," said Shadow, when all the captives were in irons.
I followed him.