"Not so," I said sternly. "Order them back. You can do that, and must do it! You know the alternative."
Stanton quivered and shook in his boots.
He was in a bad fix.
Instead of having the upper-hand of me, as he expected, he was precisely under my thumb.
He saw all the ins and outs of his predicament at a glance.
He looked up at me in an uneasy, scared manner, and then at the help he had summoned by that secret cry of distress.
He knew not what to do.
But decide he must, and that without further delay.
By this time the villainous gang he had summoned were beginning to close in on me.
I pressed the muzzle more firmly against his temple, and I heard his teeth chatter.