“The man who touches one of those guns will be shot!”
The sergeant had plenty of pluck, and, though sorely perplexed by the turn things had thus suddenly taken, was as cool as if he had been on parade.
“What do you want here?” I cried.
“I want to know who’s in the house,” he said.
“I am. What next?”
“Who else?”
“I decline to say.”
“Will you surrender without causing any more trouble?” he asked coolly.
“If you ask that again, you’ll stand a good chance of asking no more questions in this world,” said I drily. “You had better draw off your men while they are still unhurt.”
“You can’t hope to beat us off,” he said doggedly.