Either you goes over ter the safe an' opens it yerself, or else"-- he paused and produced a small bottle from his pocket--"this is nitro-glycerin', an' we opens it fer you with this.

Only if we does the job we does it proper.

We ties you up and sets you against the door of the safe before we touches off the 'soup,' an' mabbe if yer a good guesser you can guess the rest." There was a short, raucous guffaw from The Mope.
Stangeist turned a drawn face toward the man, stared at him, and stared in a miserable way at the other two in turn.

He licked his lips again--none was in a better position than himself to know that there would be neither scruples nor hesitancy to interfere with carrying out the threat.
"Suppose," he said, trying to keep his voice steady, "suppose I open the safe--what then--afterward ?" "We ain't got the safe open yet," countered Clarie Deane uncompromisingly.

"An' we ain't got no more time ter fool over it, either.