This order was accompanied by the click of a pistol, and it was poked over toward the old driver's face.
Sandy dropped the reins, and Jack stopped the Terror.
This was no sooner done when two of the bandits cut the traces, and delivering the horses a blow, sent them galloping away.
"Oh, Lor'! There goes my nags!" roared Sandy.
"Shut up, and hand over your valuables."
"Ain't got none!" roared the old driver.
"Give me some light, boys, and we'll go through the passengers."
The next moment a dozen dark lanterns in the hands of the horsemen flashed out upon the Terror.
They recognized her instantly.
"Duped!" yelled Jesse. "It's the electric stage!"