And the scout, with the final word, went out of The Tame Tiger and closed the door after him.
Dell was still backing Silver Heels over the ground outside, not daring to let the riata grow slack between her and Lawless, for fear the latter would be able to widen the noose and free himself.
Running up to the helpless bandit, the scout threw him to the ground and held him there.
“Cast off the rope, Dell,” he shouted, “and bring Bear Paw! Hurry up, pard. We’ve got this camp paralyzed, for the moment, but there’s no telling what will happen if we don’t make a quick getaway.”
Dell flung the end of her rope from the saddle-horn, and, while the scout made the struggling Lawless secure, wrist and ankle, she rode around the side of The Tame Tiger, and brought Bear Paw from the place where she had left him.
By the time Bear Paw had been led to the place where the scout was waiting, the door of The Tame Tiger had been thrown open, and those inside were piling out. The men were shouting angrily and waving their revolvers.
“Back!” cried Dell, drawing her six-shooters and leveling them. “The first of you that pulls a trigger will never live to try it a second time!”
Lifting Lawless in his arms, the scout flung him across Bear Paw and then leaped into the saddle.
“All ready, Dell!” he called.
Silver Heels spun around on his hind feet, and the scout and the girl shot out of the camp, the former holding Lawless at the saddle-cantle as he galloped.