They didn't think who was listening.

'You won't be so jolly in a minute or two,' I thinks to myself.
They were near the top when Starlight sings out, 'Stand! Bail up!' and the three of us, all masked, showed ourselves.

You never saw a man look so scared as the passenger on the box-seat, a stout, jolly commercial, who'd been giving the coachman Havana cigars, and yarning and nipping with him at every house they passed.

Bill Webster, the driver, pulls up all standing when he sees what was in Starlight's hand, and holds the reins so loose for a minute I thought they'd drop out of his hands.

I went up to the coach.