“I don’t think there is,” answered Tom.
Zachary mounted the box, and commenced an examination, but found nothing. Caldwell scanned the villain narrowly, for the purpose, if possible, of recognizing him.
“Don’t you do that, if you want to live,” said Ives, rattling his gun into dangerous range.
“Well then,” said Tom impudently, “may I look at you?”
The robber nodded a ready assent, as much as to say, “Find me out, if you can.”
The search over, Zachary picked up his gun, and stepped back.
“Get up and skedaddle,” said Ives to the plundered group. The horses had grown restive while the robbery was progressing, but Tom had restrained them.
“Drive slowly, Tom,” said Southmayd to Caldwell in an undertone, as he ascended the box. “I want to reconnoitre a little,” and turned his face to the robbers.
“Drive on,” shouted Ives.
Southmayd still continued looking at the robbers as the coach departed, which Ives observing, the villain raised his gun, and yelled,