The coach had stopped.

The voices of men, one in entreaty, one in expostulation, came from the box.

Cass mechanically put his hand to his pistol pocket.
"Thank you, but I _insist_ upon getting down." It was Miss Porter's voice.

This was followed by a rapid, half restrained interchange of words between Hornsby and the driver.

Then the latter said gruffly: "If the lady wants to ride inside, let her." Miss Porter fluttered to the ground.