It was but the work of a moment for Frank to release the imprisoned desperado, and after taking careful inventory of his anatomy and learning to his delight that no bones had been broken, both men turned to with a will and began digging out their companions. "Thank Providence, or whatever or whoever did it, that my flask was not broken," exclaimed Frank. "Here, hold Texas's head while I pour a few fingers down his throat. That'll bring him around if anything will." And it did. Texas gasped, strangled, sat up and swore roundly. The others were quickly restored to consciousness and the men were overjoyed that all had escaped. "Say," spoke up Tony suddenly. "That explosion come from that other room there. What do you s'pose did it--" "And the medicine man and the squaw were in there alone, weren't they?" asked Frank. "By the gods you're right," exclaimed Texas. With one accord each man grabbed up a burning brand and climbing over the obstructions that the explosion had placed in their way, dashed into the adjoining chamber. If anything the disaster had been greater here than in the other room. "There's the redskin all shot to pieces," cried Harry. "Yes, deader'n a tick," agreed Texas. "But where is the gal?" "Yes, where is the girl?" demanded Frank suddenly aroused to action. "Blown into little pieces. She's too tender to stand a racket that would put out a giant like the medicine man," opined Tony. "But where the devil is she? There ain't no pieces of her layin' about here as I sees. It makes a feller shivery--like--kinder weak under the belt." "Dig! Dig like hell every man of you!" roared Frank in a frenzy of haste at thought that the girl who had proved such a friend in need might be dying within a few feet of them for want of a willing hand to give her succor. They set to with a will. "Dew Drop here," piped a voice that seemed to come out of the air, but from just what direction none could say. They looked about; peered into every corner and crevice, then faced each other questioningly. "Hello!" shouted Frank, but only the echoes of his own voice came back to him. "Mebby it's the Great Spirit she was tellin' us about," suggested Texas with a hoarseness in his throat that he tried vainly to down. "She's a dead one that's sure--" "Dew Drop no go Happy Hunting Ground; Medicine man he go Happy Hunting Ground. Mebby Jesse Jame he happy Hunting Ground," came in the plaintive tone of the Indian maiden. It was maddening. In a moment these hardy desperadoes who had faced death in a thousand forms, would feel their courage oozing from their finger tips and would make a run for the outer air. "Where are you?" roared Frank. "Are you dead or alive?" "Me here; me no with Great Spirit." "Where?" bellowed Tony. "Where in the humping pizen snakes be you anyhow? You sound as if you was over my head, but if you be you're a dead one, and that goes."