Not mild enough for repetition here, by the way.
"One, two—"
The brigands, having held a hurried consultation, here threw down their arms.
Just in the very nick of time.
Two seconds more and they would have had no chance.
"Now," cried Harkaway, still with the gun ready for use, "forward! march!"
The brigands looked mischievous for a moment.
So did the rifles.
So did the revolver.
These two weapons were great persuaders.