With this in mind, ignoring their mad roaring, and the threat of leveled guns, I stared down at the infuriated faces, until the clamor ceased sufficiently to let my voice be heard.

I used Spanish, my lack of facility in that tongue rendering my speech slow.

The instant silence proved my words understood.
"What are you men trying to do, frighten me?
You might as well stop that.

This opening is lined with guns, and if one of you fire a shot we'll pour lead into you.

More than that; if you attempt to climb out, you'll meet a hot reception.