The boys hastily slipped on their trousers and shoes.
"Tell 'em to hurry," Brown ordered.
"Jest slip on yer shoes and britches," Doyle called.
The Surveyor held the lantern behind his body until the three sons had come down the ladder and he saw that they were unarmed.
He stepped to the fireplace, took the shotgun from the rack and handed it to Weiner.
The boys, startled at the group of stern armed men, instinctively moved toward their father, dazed by the assault.
Brown faced the group.
"You four men are my prisoners."
The mother left the trundle bed and faced the leader.
"Who are you?"