The place was ruinous, the floor filled with holes, and a part of the roof sagged down in a corner.

The stones around the window were loose and crumbling, and he managed to pull several out so that the slit was enlarged.

He found himself looking down on a crowd of men, who had lifted the fallen tree on which Leon had perched, and were about to use it as a battering ram.
"The first fellow who comes within six yards of the door I shoot," he shouted.
There was a white wave below as every face was turned to him.

He ducked back his head in time as a bullet chipped the side of the window.
But his position was a good one, for he had a hole in the broken wall through which he could see, and could shoot with his hand at the edge of the window while keeping his body in cover.

The battering party resumed their task, and as the tree swung nearer, he fired at the foremost of them.