"For God's sake, don't fire again!"
"Will you give me that money?"
The cruel, wicked eyes were now turned upon the man in a manner that made him writhe.
He saw that his doom was sealed unless he complied without wasting any more time about it.
So out came the money.
There were stacks of it–hundreds of dollars.
The bandit kept the paying teller covered with one hand, and with the other transferred the money to his saddle bag.
"Now, go!" he shouted.
Then he began to blaze away.
All the clerks dodged under the desk to escape the flying bullets.