"Move," says he fiercely, "and you are a dead man!"
As soon as I was awake I guessed what it was, and so, never stirring a hand, said I,—
"That command concerns not my jaw, I conceive."
"'Twere best you kept your mouth closed," said he.
"Why," said I, "I perceive that my prognostications were all wrong, and that we be fallen indeed into the hands of a tobyman, who will, I trust, prove as gallant as all his kidney."
"Silence!" says he, "and give me what you have."
"You have my pistols?" I asked politely.
"Yes," he replied triumphantly; and at that I knew he was a mere bungler, and no real gentleman of the road, for he was all a-tremble with his excitement.
"Well," said I, "there is but the matter of a small bag of guineas—"
"Hand it out," said he sharply.