He advanced to the wagon.
"Get out of there! Hurry up!" he commanded.
The children hastened to comply with this order, for the man's appearance was so fierce, and the tone of his voice so brutal, that they were afraid he would shoot them without mercy.
Mrs. Smithers was the last to alight.
The captain extended his hand to assist her, but started back as soon as he beheld her face.
"Je-rusalem!" he muttered.
She stood before him calmly, and said, in a voice that trembled with emotion:
"Pray spare us, sir! We are very poor, and——"
"Stop that chinning!" cried the man, in a voice somewhat gruffer, if possible, than that he had formerly employed, and which afforded a presumption that he was striving to disguise it.
She was silent instantly.