He finished in a wholly unfamiliar voice, "Because, my good man, you are now held up for the third time, and it would distress me to have to kill you." The driver uttered a loud grunt, for something sharp and hard had been thrust deeply into that soft, sensitive region overlying his liver, and now it was held there.

It was unnecessary for Gray to order the car stopped; its brakes squealed, it ceased its progress as abruptly as if its front wheels had fetched up against a stone wall.
"Hey! What the-- ?" "Don't try to 'heel' me with your elbow," Gray warned, sharply.

"Now, up with 'em--you know.

That's nice." The faces of the men were close together.

Gray's was blazing, the driver's was stiff with amazement and stamped with an incredulous grimace.