He took steady aim and fired.

There was a sharp cry, and one of the fellows fell to the ground.

The others at once threw down their burdens, and fled.
Three minutes later there was a shout.
"Look here, you policeman, and you, Caister, you shall pay dearly for this night's work.

I swear it, and Bill Fothergill never forgets his word in that way.

It's your turn, this time.