CHAPTER XXXIII.

A SUDDEN TRAGEDY.


The driver pulled up short. The passengers realized that something had
happened, and the nervous man put his head out of the window.

Instantly a change came over his face.

"We are all dead men!" he groaned. "It is the highwayman!"

Andy felt startled in spite of his pluck, and so did the other
passengers.

"I would jump out and confront the scoundrel," said a determined-looking
man, "but there is no room. We are on the verge of a precipice."

"What will happen?" exclaimed the cadaverous-looking man in an agony of
terror.

"I suppose we shall be robbed. That will be better than tumbling over
the precipice."

"Oh, why did I ever leave home?"

"I don't know. Ask me something easier," said the resolute man, in
disgust. "Such a man as you ought never to stir from his own fireside."