“Obey him, Grady,” said he, with ominous curtness.
“Bedad, I don’t like——”
“One more second, and I’ll——”
“Obey him!” hissed Nick, with suppressed vehemence. “Obey him, you idiot!”
Nick saw at a glance that that one more second would have ended with Grady’s receiving an ounce of lead.
Grady had the true grit and pugnacious characteristics of an Irishman, but he now dropped one hand and removed Nick’s watch and chain.
The highwayman came a step nearer, until he stood barely six feet away in the dusty road.
“Toss them to the ground at my feet,” he commanded, with his evil eye fixed upon the chauffeur.
“Do so, Grady,” said Nick.