“What do you mean, sir?”
“What do I mean?” repeated his companion, with a sneer. “If you are not a fool, you ought to know what I mean.”
“I suppose you are playing a joke on me,” said Andy, innocently.
“Does this look like a joke?” asked the young man, with a significant nod at the pistol which he held in his hand.
“Is it loaded?” asked Andy.
“Loaded?” retorted the other. “I could blow off the roof of your head with it.”
“I hope you won’t, then,” said our hero, looking anxiously in advance, hoping to see some approaching vehicle.
If so, he would be safe, for his companion, desperate though he might be, would not venture in that case to risk capture and the long term of imprisonment to which such a daring attempt at highway robbery would expose him to.
“I have no time for fooling!” said the young man, sharply. “Give me that money you have in your possession, or it will be the worse for you.”
“What money?” asked Andy.