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.