Cameron shook his head.
"Stunned, that's all. If we had a rope——"
"The only thing we've got in the way of a line is the piece of string Ping tied around our lunch bag," broke in McGlory, picking the weapons out of Siwash Charley's pockets. "These are no good," he added, after a brief examination. "Every cartridge has been used. Let's load Siwash into the tonneau, Cameron, and I'll agree to keep him quiet until we can get to where Matt is waiting for us."
Between them Cameron and McGlory lifted the huge bulk of the unconscious ruffian and deposited him, none too gently, in the rear of the car. The cowboy climbed in beside him, and the lieutenant cranked up, took his seat, and started back along the foot of the hills. Matt greeted them cheerily as they drew up at the door of the dugout.
"How are you, pard?" whooped McGlory.
"Bruised a little and mighty hungry, but otherwise all right. How's Siwash?"
"In need of a rope, Matt," said Cameron. "Have you got one handy?"
Matt ran into the dugout and picked up part of the rope that had been used to secure him to the chair and the cot. With this Cameron and McGlory made Siwash Charley secure before his wits returned, thus avoiding a possible struggle.
As soon as this part of the work was finished, the cowboy sprang from the car and gripped Motor Matt by the hand.