“What shall I do, Walter?” asked the poor professor.
“I am afraid you will have to let him have it, professor.”
“That's where your head is level, boy!” said the highwayman approvingly. “Just fling over your wallet, and be quick about it.”
“Tell him to ride up and get it,” said Walter, in an undertone.
Though the professor did not understand Walter's object in suggesting this, he was in a mood to be guided by any one, and repeated Walter's words.
“Anything to oblige,” said the stranger.
“Don't give it to him till I say the word,” whispered Walter.
The highwayman, lowering his revolver, rode up alongside of the wagon and held out his hand for the wallet.
Walter had conceived a bold scheme for disarming him and rendering him harmless.
“Give the wallet to me, professor,” he said.