Just then a dim figure approached me from the direction of Virginia—a man, evidently. He came straight at me, and I stepped aside to let him pass; he stepped in the way and confronted me again. Then I saw that he had a mask on and was holding something in my face—I heard a click-click and recognized a revolver in dim outline. I pushed the barrel aside with my hand and said:
"Don't!"
He ejaculated sharply:
"Your watch! Your money!"
I said:
"You can have them with pleasure—but take the pistol away from my face, please. It makes me shiver."
"No remarks! Hand out your money!"
"Certainly—I—"
"Put up your hands! Don't you go for a weapon! Put 'em up! Higher!"
I held them above my head.