"Get up on that waggon, Flack," he said to a thickset, wiry little man.

"Boon, take the trolley." The two drivers blustered to Redwood.
"You've done your duty to your employers," said Redwood.

"You stop in this village until we come back.

No one will blame you, seeing we've got guns.

We've no wish to do anything unjust or violent, but this occasion is pressing.