To these both rushed, and threw some on the floor by the door, placing their feet on them to keep them firm, just as with a rush the men came against it.

This door was far stronger than the one below, but it gave before the weight.
"The hinges will give," Hugh exclaimed; but at the moment Rupert passed his thin rapier through one of the chinks of the rough boards which formed it, and a yell was heard on the outside.

The pressure against the door ceased instantly; and Rupert bade Hugh run for some more sacks, while he threw himself prone on them on the ground.
It was well he did so, for, as he expected, a half-dozen pistol shots were heard, and the bullets crashed through the woodwork.
"Keep out of the line of fire, Hugh." Hugh did so, and threw down the sacks close to the door.

Several times he ran backwards and forwards across the room, the assailants still firing through the door.

Then Rupert leapt up, and the pile of sacks were rapidly heaped against the door, just as the men outside, in hopes that they had killed the defenders, made another rush against it.
This time, however, the pile of sacks had given it strength and solidity, and it hardly shook under the assault.