"An accident, eh?
Something must have gone wrong--or did the brown devils attack?
I hope our men outside made good slaughter of these Moslem pigs, before they died.

Eh, my Captain ?" "Well ?" "Is it not possible that _Nissr_ and our men still live?
That they will presently bombard the city?
That they may rescue us ?" The Master shook his head.
"They may live," he answered, "but as for rescuing us--" His gesture completed the idea.

Suddenly he pointed.
"See!" he cried.

"Another door!".