"Don't be
alarmed, ladies and gentlemen. The train robbers are among you."
There were a few feminine shrieks, a volume of masculine "Whats!" a
half-hearted and uncertain snigger, and a general turning of heads.
"Keep your seats!" commanded Anderson. "They can't escape. I have them
surrounded. I now call upon all robbers present to surrender in the name
of the law. Surrender peaceful and you will not he damaged; resist and
we'll blow you to hell an' gone, even at the risk of injurin' the women
and childern. The law is no respecter of persons. Throw up your hands!"
He waited impressively, but either through stupefaction or obstinacy the
robbers failed to lift their hands.
"You're cornered, you golderned scamps!" shouted Anderson Crow, "an' you
might jest as well give up! Twenty Pinkerton men are here from New York
City, an' you can't escape! Throw up your hands!"
"The damned old fool is in earnest," gasped Judge Brewster, from across
the river.
"He's crazy!" cried Congressman Bonner.
"Let everybody in this crowd throw up their hands!" called a firm, clear
voice from the entrance. At the same instant five bewhiskered
individuals appeared as if by magic with drawn revolvers, dominating the
situation completely. The speaker was Andrew Gregory, the insurance
agent.
"Now, what have you got to say?" cried Anderson gaily.
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