While planning for the proposed excavation, a la Colt's, he noticed several stones lying near at hand, and a new and better scheme presented itself for his consideration.
If Mr.Travennes could be persuaded to get out of--well, it was worth trying.
Mr.Cassidy lined up his gloomy collection and tersely ordered them to turn their backs to him and to stay in that position, the suggestion being that if they looked around they wouldn't be able to dodge quickly enough.

He then slipped bits of his lariat over their wrists and ankles, tying wrists to ankles and each man to his neighbor.

That finished to his satisfaction, he dragged them in the hut to save them from the burning rays of the sun.
Having performed this act of kindness, he crept along the hot sand, taking advantage of every bit of cover afforded, and at last he reached a point within a hundred feet of the besieged.

During the trip Mr.Travennes sang to his heart's content, some of the words being improvised for the occasion and were not calculated to increase Mr.
Cassidy's respect for his own wisdom if he should hear them.

Mr.Cassidy heard, however, and several fragments so forcibly intruded on his peace of mind that he determined to put on the last verse himself and to suit himself.
Suddenly Mr.Travennes poked his head up and glanced at the hut.