“Get down, all of you,” he added.
All but Southmayd jumped to the ground. He lingered, with the hope that an opportunity might offer to fire upon them.
“Get down,” repeated Ives, adding a sententious epithet to the command.
Still hesitating to comply, Ives glanced his eye along his gun-barrel as if to shoot, and in that subdued tone always expressive of desperation, once more issued the command.
Southmayd withstood it no longer, but while making a deliberate descent threw open his coat, thinking that an opportunity might offer for him to use his revolver. Ives, perceiving his object, levelled his gun, and hissed out, in words terribly distinct,
“If you do that again, I’ll kill you!”
The passengers stood with upraised hands by the roadside, under cover of the guns of the robbers. Addressing Zachary, Ives said,
“Get down and look after those fellows.”
This was an unwelcome task for Zachary. Villain as he was, Southmayd says that while he was engaged in searching his person, he quivered like an aspen. Throwing Southmayd’s pistol and money on the ground, he was about to renew the search, when Billy, tired of the position, dropped his hands.
“Up with your hands again,” roared Ives with an oath, at the same time bringing the terrible muzzles to bear upon the person of the frightened driver. Billy, who felt that it was no time to bandy proprieties, threw them up with more speed than pleasure, realizing that the buckshot were safer in the barrels than in his luckless carcass.