"See here!" he pleaded, "if you'll only point that damned blunderbuss the other way, you can have the glasses, and my watch, and clothes, and all my money; only don't--" Jimmie flushed crimson.

"You can't bribe me," he growled.

At least, he tried to growl, but because his voice was changing, or because he was excited the growl ended in a high squeak.

With mortification, Jimmie flushed a deeper crimson.

But the stranger was not amused.