“What is that for?”
“Ask no questions, but obey,” said the highwayman sternly.
“Very good. I suppose, under the circumstances, we must obey orders.”
“Get down, Herr Schmidt,” said Tom to the Teuton.
“What for? What will he do?” asked the terrified Dutchman.
“I don’t know,” said Tom gravely; “but I’ll tell you what they do sometimes.”
“Was?”
“They stand travelers up in a line and shoot them.”
“Will they be so wicked?” groaned the poor Dutchman, turning as pale as his florid complexion would admit. “They would not dare!”
“They dare anything, but the only thing we can do is to follow directions.”