Col was doing his best not to look completely defeated and miserable as the blood from his nose ran down onto the gag and was doing an okay job at it until Pike yanked out the arrow that was embedded deeply in his arm. Even through the gag he managed to make a pretty awful, but muffled scream and his right hand clenched tightly into a fist as the arrow head tore even more of the muscle in his left bicep on the way out than it had on the way in.
Col staggered as Pike hauled him to his feet, woozy from the loss of blood. "If you don't want him pulling that gag down, I would." Terrick replied, not feeling any particular compassion for the low life scum before him.
Pike used the unused portion of his rope to tie Col's hands behind his back as he had to Merek. Realizing that the bandit would likely need some help getting around in his condition, Pike took the initiative to partly support Col's weight. He wrapped his left arm around Col by sticking it in between Cols left arm and his body, and using the bandits shoulder to keep him upright. In his hand, Pike also held a knife which he rested gently on Cols right shoulder, not far from his throat. Since they wouldn't be able to move as quickly, he wanted to make sure that they had some leverage over the bandits should they get caught.
He lightly pushed Col towards the tunnel after Raven and commanded, "move" in a low voice. "Make one wrong move and your arm will be the least of your worries."