"Stop, boy!" shouted the man who stood in the middle of the road, with one on each side of him.
"'Stop, boy!' shouted the man."
"What do you want of me?" demanded Artie, with his right hand on the handle of his revolver.
"I want them handbills you just got printed," replied the spokesman. "We ain't go'n' to have no Abolition troops enlisted round here. And that ain't all nuther; we're gwine to clean out that Major Lyon that sent you over here."
"Hand over the papers and we won't hurt you," added another of the trio.
"I shall not give them up!" replied Artie as decidedly as though he had the new company of cavalry behind him. "Get out of the road, or I will ride over you!"