Winter, do you hear me?
Stand back, I say." Brett's imperative tone brooked no disobedience.

Thus, in a segment of a circle, the five enclosed the one against the wall--Ooma barricaded by the table, the others ready to defeat any stratagem he might endeavour to put in force.
"Now listen to me, Ooma," said the barrister sternly.

"You must drop that thing you have in your right hand.

You must hold both your hands high above your head.

If you move either of them again I will shoot you.