It was locked! So, after all, it seemed that we were not to see the great Parthenon face to face.
We sat down and held a council of war.

Result: the gate was only a flimsy structure of wood--we would break it down.

It seemed like desecration, but then we had traveled far, and our necessities were urgent.

We could not hunt up guides and keepers--we must be on the ship before daylight.

So we argued.