“All I could find,” replied Rumsey.
Turning to Madison, the robber asked, pointing to the sacks,
“Is that all you’ve got?”
“No,” said Madison, nudging his pocket with his elbow, “there’s another in this pocket.”
The road agent, in an angry manner, cursing Rumsey for trying to deceive him, ordered him to take it out.
“Don’t you leave nothing,” was the stern, ungrammatical command.
Rumsey took the purse, and having added it to the pile, was about to resume his seat on the box.
“Where are you going?” shouted both the robbers.
“To get on the coach, you fools,” retorted Rumsey. “You’ve got all there is, and we want to go on now.”
“Go back there, and get the big sack from that Irish bummer,” said one of the robbers; and pointing his pistol at Dan, he added, “You’re the man we’re after. Get that strap off your shoulder.”