After a moment's indecision he climbed upon the box in the front of the wagon and in doing so glanced at his rifle, which hung in its slings close to his head.
"Six of them," he said to himself, as he smiled pleasantly.

"I could bring down the chief and one more easily; but that wouldn't scare the rest away.

Odds are too heavy, and one don't want to be taken and hanged.

They are so particular about a policeman being hurt! Never mind; I daresay my luck will turn--fool as I was to try that dodge on about those two going off with the smuggled loot.

I'll wait.