Don't let the scoundrel reach for any other weapons." Gato's rifle lay on the ground.

Tom pushed it aside with one foot as Harry turned the fellow.
"Get his hands behind him," muttered Tom.

"I'll do the tying." In a very short space of time Gato's hands had been securely bound behind him.

More cord was tied around his ankles, in such a way that Gato would be able to take short steps but not run.
Suddenly Gato groaned and opened his eyes.
"You'll be more comfortable on your back, old fellow," murmured Tom.

"Wait.