"Let's _all_ shoot! Make 'em think they've run into a mess of tacks!" "Aw, take a wheel off their tin wagon!" a laughter-hoarse voice bettered the plan.
"Hold 'em up and take a nickel off 'em--if they carry that much on their persons after dark," another suggested.
"You're on, bo! This is a hold-up.

Hist!" A hold-up they proceeded to make it.

They halted the little car with a series of explosions as it passed.

The driver was alone, and as he climbed out to inspect his tires, he confronted what looked to his startled eyes like a dozen masked men.

Solemnly they went through his pockets while he stood with his hands high above him.