“It’s the police!”
The robbers looked at one another with genuine alarm, and Lugui asked, tremblingly:
“Are there many of them?”
“A hundred and twelve!” exclaimed Martha, after pretending to count them.
“Then we are lost!” declared Beni; “for we could never fight so many and live.”
“Are they armed?” inquired Victor, who was shivering as if cold.
“Oh, yes,” said she. “They have guns and swords and pistols and axes and—and—”
“And what?” demanded Lugui.
“And cannons!”
The three wicked ones groaned aloud and Beni said, in a hollow voice: