"Stop where you are, young fellow," was the next command, and he stopped short.

He was in a mood to fight, but the sight of a revolver made him think again.

Monty was not a coward, neither was he a fool.

He was quick to see that a struggle would be madness.
"What do you want ?" he demanded as coolly as his nerves would permit.
"Put up your hands quick!" and he hastily obeyed the injunction.
"Not a sound out of you or you get it good and proper.

You know what we want.