I want yo' money

"I want yo' money," said the figure, "'thout any talk. I'm gettin' nervous, and my finger's a-wabblin' on this here trigger." "I've only got f-f-five dollars," said the Justice, pro- ducing it from his vest pocket. "Roll it up," came the order, "and stick it in the end of this here gun-bar'l." The bill was crisp and new. Even fingers that were clumsy and trembling found little difficulty in making a spill of it and inserting it (this with less ease) into the muzzle of the rifle. "Now I reckon you kin be goin' along," said the robber. The Justice lingered not on his way.