You'd be held up before you'd gone a dozen yards.

Put down your revolver.
We can perhaps settle this little matter without it." "The document!" the man ordered.

"You've got it! You must have it! You took that pocket-book from a dead man, and in that pocket-book was the document.

We must have it.

We intend to have it." "And who, may I ask, are we ?" Laverick inquired.
"If you do not know, what does it matter?
Will you give it to me ?" Laverick shook his head.
"I have no document." The man in the chair leaned forward.