Don't try to think too much for yourself.

Here, this way!" The scene of the fighting had already shifted from the immediate neighborhood of the twin trees.

Duff guided his mad companion along in the darkness until they halted close to where the two engineers stood bound, powerless to join in the fray.
"Shall we shoot them here and now ?" whispered Ashby, a wild light glittering in his eyes.
"No," returned Duff.

"We'll sneak up behind them, club them with revolvers and carry, them off.

Then we can do as we please with them.
You quiet Hazelton and I'll attend to Reade." The two scoundrels crept up behind their victims.
A moment later Duff quickly cut the lariat about the neck of Tom Reade, who had been rendered unconscious from the terrific blow dealt him by the gambler.