"What's that?" cried one of the outlaws, his feelings outraged by the frank description.
"Not that I'm the thief," continued Will, "but your pals were one too many for you this time."
"Did they rob you?" howled the gang in chorus, shocked by such depravity on the part of their comrades.
"If there's anything left in the coach worth having, don't hesitate to take it," offered Will, pleasantly.
"Where's your strong-box?" demanded the outlaws, loath to believe there was no honor among thieves.
Will drew it forth and exposed its melancholy emptiness. The profanity that ensued was positively shocking.
"Where did they hold you up?" demanded the leader of the gang.
"Eight or nine miles back. You'll find some straw in the road. You can have that, too."
"Were there horses to meet them?"
"On foot the last I saw them."