"Stand up," said he, "and stretch out your arms at right angles to your body."
"Suppose I don't?" said I.
"I send a bullet through your left ear," said he.
"But permit me to observe——" said I.
Bang! A ball cut off the lobe of my left ear.
The ear smarted, and I should have liked to attend to it, but under the circumstances I thought it better to comply with the whimsical old gentleman's wishes.
"Very good," said he. "Now do as I tell you, promptly and without a moment's hesitation, or I cut off the lobe of your right ear. Throw me that life-preserver."
"But——"
"Ah, would you?" said he, cocking the revolver.
The "click" decided me. Besides, the old gentleman's eccentricity amused me, and I was curious to see how far it would carry him. So I tossed my life-preserver to him. He caught it neatly.
"Now take off your coat and throw it to me."
I took off my coat, and threw it diagonally across the room.
"Now the waistcoat."
I threw the waistcoat to him.
"Boots," said he.
"They are shoes," said I, in some trepidation lest he should take offence when no offence was really intended.
"Shoes then," said he.
I threw my shoes to him.
"Trousers," said he.
