So, after one or two more ineffectual efforts, Flashman and Company retired, vowing vengeance in no mild terms.
The first danger over, it only remained for the besieged to effect a safe retreat, as it was now near bed-time.

They listened intently, and heard the supper-party resettle themselves, and then gently drew back first one bolt and then the other.

Presently the convivial noises began again steadily.

"Now then, stand by for a run," said East, throwing the door wide open and rushing into the passage, closely followed by Tom.
They were too quick to be caught; but Flashman was on the lookout, and sent an empty pickle-jar whizzing after them, which narrowly missed Tom's head, and broke into twenty pieces at the end of the passage.
"He wouldn't mind killing one, if he wasn't caught," said East, as they turned the corner.
There was no pursuit, so the two turned into the hall, where they found a knot of small boys round the fire.

Their story was told.