“‘Who are you and what do you want with us?’
“Baker again urged: ‘We want you to deliver up your arms and become our prisoners.’
“‘But who are you?’ hallooed the same strong voice.
“Baker—‘That makes no difference. We know who you are, and we want you. We have here fifty men, armed with carbines and pistols. You cannot escape.’
“There was a long pause, and then Booth said:
“‘Captain, this is a hard case, I swear. Perhaps I am being taken by my own friends.’ No reply from the detectives.
“Booth—‘Well, give us a little time to consider.’
“Baker—‘Very well. Take time.’
“Here ensued a long and eventful pause. What thronging memories it brought to Booth, we can only guess. In this little interval he made the resolve to die. But he was cool and steady to the end. Baker, after a lapse, hailed for the last time.
“‘Well, we have waited long enough; surrender your arms and come out, or we’ll fire the barn.’