The question the plucky Durrell was asking himself was whether they had been held up by one man or more.
That was the side on which Durrell was sitting, so that he had a better opportunity than the driver.
The quavering voice of Durrell had convinced his friends that he was as timid as any of them in the presence of real danger.
It was evident that Durrell was pushing matters with vigor, and there was no doubt that he expected to bring the rogue to terms.
But Durrell had no wish to punish him beyond what was necessary.
Durrell, many years assistant overseer of Gorleston and Southtown, died, aged 82.
Durrell placed himself behind him where he could forestall any movement on his part.
Had the young men been watching Durrell and the driver at that moment, they would have seen a singular look pass between the two.